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Forlorn
A clump of leftover rags, Abandoned and alone Used and discarded, Left on its own. Once they were valued, Almost beyond compare Beautiful and pristine, Shiny against her hair But now they are faded With time and despair No more will gazes linger, Now that she doesn’t care Their purpose yet lingers Useful, perhaps, to…
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Unexpectedly stormy
It’s the little things. The quiet things. The things one can pass by, and never see. Until the time the quiet things become loud, Roaring for attention. They were so simple, so peaceful until neglected. Suddenly what was so quiet and calm has turned into a funnel of destruction, and one can only hold on.…
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Almost three
Wee winsome little one, Why are you so much work? Your charm masks your strong will, Your need to be the boss, Until someone else comes along, then you must have all the things, all the time. You share only on your terms, And say I love you when you’re in trouble You know just…
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Weekly wrap up
Friday. A short week that felt so long. Sad goodbyes that felt so sudden, but when looking back they were anything but. Slowly climbing out of the deep freeze, then plunging back in. Children becoming bored and rambunctious near the end of their vacation from school, Asking if they can go tomorrow. New glasses, new…
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Heaven above
Indigo fought with the night As the clouds rose to meet them Strong and vibrant, They combined to create the sky, Viable only in unison
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Time warp
It was a weird day today. I remembered to write 2018 in everything, which is way ahead of schedule for me, but I kept thinking it was Thursday. As much as I love holidays, being off my schedule always makes me feel like it’s a day later than it really is. Everyone else feels like…
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New Years intentions
It’s the second day of the year, and I already have serious reservations about the list of “intentions” I’ve come up with for 2018. So far, it looks like I need to find about six more hours per day to accomplish my list. With that extra time, I should be able to work a solid…
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Baggage
Swirls and eddies Lead to strange horizons, Conversation flows within One thought leads to another, spiraling into another realm Complete, Unique. Within my own mind, I can go for hours Sorting through the boxes Packed away for another day Some, left closed, Pushed away to a corner. To be dealt with at another time, Maybe.
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New Year’s Eve
Finally. The last day of another year almost gone. With the most bitter cold I can remember since childhood, I made absolutely no plans to go out or do anything. It felt a little strange, as it’s always been a night where I felt like I needed to be doing something. When I was a…
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December 30th
Almost. The year sighs, breathing its last. It knows that the time to go is close, one breath away in a life span that was gone before we knew what to do with it. Promises were made when it was born, Of better days ahead. Of achievements, mountains to climb. Some were won, Other dreams…