By Charles Robert Lindholm
eluding long his captors
and the slavery of the plow
the stallion knows no master
his head will never bow Continue reading
By Charles Robert Lindholm
eluding long his captors
and the slavery of the plow
the stallion knows no master
his head will never bow Continue reading
Come read Linda’s beautiful and soulful piece on learning to live with the Circle of Life.
The Reaper
-Linda Lee Lyberg
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Come read the masterful painting of words into images in your heart in “Internment #Poetry” by Holly on bloggerinablogworld
Thin fingers drumming the wooden desk
Echoing loudly in the silent room
This didn’t break her focus
As she watched the clock slowly click
A bead of sweat trickled slowly down her cheek
The anticipation was killing her
She bit her lower lip as she looked around the room
The alarm of the timer went off
Causing her to jump quickly from her chair
She rushed to the door swinging open wide
The smile plastered on her face faded
As she was met by emptiness
Hanging her head defeated she grabbed a black sharpie
She slowly added a grey line from the faded tip
Her eyes glazed as she saw the endless ticks on the wall
Too many to count
Days faded into months, weeks and years
She started the timer again
The countdown flashing behind her
Sitting in the chair she sighed
Hoping the next time the beeps filled…
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By Charles Robert Lindholm
Poetry = Continue reading
By Charles Robert Lindholm
Flowers are waiting Continue reading