Day: April 27, 2018

Absence: erased

~ thereluctantpoet

Come experience the longing feelings of absence combined with the joyful hope and yearning of a return in Jane’s – Abscense: Erased!

Jane Dougherty Writes

For today’s NaPoWriMo prompt.

I watch you go, pull out of sight

along thenarrow, leafy road

where nothing stirs except thegentle

flutter ofthe timid birds.

I watch you go while nothing stirs,

no breeze, no bending creaking boughs;

a rustle in last year’s dead leaves

the only sign that life still breaths

though out of sight, heartbeatsaway.

Mute and motionless, I stand

in the roadway silentnow

and empty, waiting for the dusk,

the steady lowering of the sun

that marks the timeuntil the leafy

narrow road will bring you back.

I watch you go, become a tree,

so still the blackbird starts his song

and weaves its honeyed thread about

the hawthorn blossom’s putrid scent.

Absence shrinks the heart as dry

as last year’s shrivelled fallen leaves.

I watch the road,

the flutter of dead leaves,

heartbeats silent,

mute the dusk,

the sun,

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The Nothing You Made

~ thereluctantpoet

Come and read Sarah’s excellent piece on defiant recovery and healing!!! Check out her Archive too!

Sarah Doughty

“No matter how hard you tried,
you could never break my spirit.”

It took years, but I clawed through the ruins that was my existence. I picked up the salvageable pieces and slowly built myself back up from nothing. The nothing you made of me. I found new pieces to build my foundations, and tossed away the ones you stacked on unstable ground.

And this. This is me now. This is me, living. This is me, standing on my own. No matter how hard you tried, you could never break my spirit.

© Sarah Doughty

Pick yourself up, dust off
the rubble, and rebuild.
Never let them win.

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30 Day Challenge-What I Learned

~ thereluctantpoet

Come read what Penny learned and see if it might also help kickstart your writing and writing habits!

Penny Wilson Writes

I put myself on a 30 day challenge to do a Post A Day, for 30 days.  I succeeded!  THIS is post #30.  I’m proud of sticking with it and accomplishing it.  I’ve learned a few things along the way of my little challenge and thought that I would share what I’ve learned with you.

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Parting

~ thereluctantpoet

Come read this beautiful post about “memories of their last rendezous” in – PARTING!!

Confab With Me

The crumbled bedsheet,
the lipstick smudge on the goblet rim,
the ruffled hair,
and the aghast look,
all screaming loud,
the warble of humming pain,
now blurred in some infinite oblivion,
as the memories of their last rendezvous
lingered on his mind forever,
like her impression casted on his eyes,
capturing a lifetime of reminiscence
before she said her goodbyes,
and that parting kiss
that smeared his lower lips,
which she held,
not letting go
till the last possible moment,
now showing shades of cerise,
dried and rough,
oozing a slight hint of pain,
and a sweet remembrance,
the only thing
that he can now claim his own,
everything but love

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Comparison

~ thereluctantpoet

Don’t Miss one of Megha’s best poems! Come and enjoy the beautiful, intimate and moving “Comparison”. This is really a joyous read!!

Megha's World

“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.”
― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

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Let me tell you what you mean to meyou are that feeling of homemy tired feet feelwhen they step inside thecold streama wild brookafter walking a whole day

 
You are the soothing feel of the sun onmy face incrisp winters

 
You are a waft of that fresh breezewhen  I open the window to spring mornings

 
You are that soothing smellthat petrichorwhich rejuvenates me from within

 
You are the feel of dewdrops falling…

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