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Slave to Love for Prompt 75, Influence of the Dark Side
I feast on your desires like scraps from a wretched beggar’s table. In this I am a myriad of choices to acquiesce and follow and become the thing I once most despised; this insipid, crawling death of sensibility and morality, … Continue reading
Posted in Fire, Poetry
Tagged dark love, darkness, death, dishonour, influence, love slave, manipulation, nuclear explosion, oppenheimer, prompt, twisted
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Precarious
I’m balancing precariously Embracing life’s uncertainty Preparing for adversity But praying for the sun I’ll bet on my capacity To sell my true diversity To finally find the place for me To let my spirit run My life’s become hilarity … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry
Tagged ambition, balance, choice, hope, Life, life choice, precarious, risk, self belief, self-image
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Lonely Goal
Just one drop within the sea Merge with All so endlessly Mermaids whisper, return to me Return to me Just one star within the sky Multi faceted pinpoint eye Gone already, it’s just a lie Just a lie Just one … Continue reading
Posted in Air, Poetry
Tagged Afterlife, collective, Consciousness, death, divine, enlightenment, Grace, individual, loss, Love, mysticism, soul, spirit, Spiritual
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Light
The quality of light here is sublime Trickling as golden liquor cross the field Starlight could not leave the warmer day But lingers hidden in the weave of sunshine’s charm The shadows are more dappled in such light They gently … Continue reading
Reaching for Photo Challenge 28 Climbing the Walls
I can hear you Dear departed summer boy You’re trickling up and down these walls With every jagged breath My wretched heart calls And I’m floating Not afraid that I may fall I can touch you Ephemeral as summer rain … Continue reading
Heaviness of Air
He felt the heaviness of air Bearing down much more than gravity Elusive oppression stifling Upon his shoulders as a weight Waiting a moment on the stair Remembering light, a lover’s eyes So many years, a century As finer feelings … Continue reading
Too Sweet for Prompt 74 The Hollow Men by TS Elliot
I have stepped across this threshold Mr Devil I can see you In that shrunken blackened doorway See your bony hand there beckoning Like a tide returning to the beach I hear your slyly sibilant, silent speech Making promises, and … Continue reading
Echoes on the Breeze – Ann Bagnall’s wonderful new book of poetry
Last week I received my copy of Ann Bagnall’s ‘Echoes on The Breeze’ , a wonderful collection of her micropoetry now published by lulu.com. See her wonderful blog and the link to the book at: http://annieb222.com/2014/09/13/echoes-on-the-breeze-by-ann-bagnall-paperback-lulu-au/ That link is for … Continue reading
Posted in Conversation, Fire
Tagged Ann Bagnall, Beauty, book review, originality, poem, poetry, review, strangeness, writing
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Distraction
I need centring I need control I’m just avoiding All I must do I love distraction Soothes my soul Makes me forget I Must follow through I’m writing poems When yet instead I should be drafting Something more All that’s … Continue reading
Posted in Air, Poetry
Tagged avoidance, creativity, distraction, freedom, fun, poetry, work
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Coffee
My coffee is cold Winter creeps across my threshold With its stories and its laments I am quite wired but still so tired Growing old My coffee is cold Like the soul within I’ve sold With its memories and tragedies … Continue reading