Day: January 17, 2019

Pay It Forward Thursday- January 17, 2019

~ thereluctantpoet

Come share a poem/post from another writer that deserves to be read by over 4,500 patrons at The Cafe!!

Go Dog Go Café

The baristas at Go Dog Go Cafe are big fans of Pay It Forward Thursdays. We think it is a great opportunity to give a shout-out to another writer who has wowed us or creatively inspired us. It a great way to share the love and pass it on to the readers. It also becomes a great pool for excellent reading stuff by your fellow readers of the WordPress community.

You are invited to post one link to one specific post of poetry, short story, or flash fiction, 300 words or less please, from someone else’s blog in the comments below.

Happy reading!

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Through The Dark

~ thereluctantpoet

Sarah Doughty

“I’ll keep trying to find my way through the dark.
Find my way back to you.”

Peace is something I’ve been searching for. Sometimes I find it, but it’s always fleeting. Perhaps it’s just me, but it feels as though I’m stuck on a turntable, unable to find my way back to where I need to be. Maybe one day, I’ll find that solace again. But until then, I’ll keep trying to find my way through the dark. Find my way back to you.

© Sarah Doughty

Because I know, sooner
or later, I’ll get through it.

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Through The Dark

~ thereluctantpoet

Sarah Doughty

“I’ll keep trying to find my way through the dark.
Find my way back to you.”

Peace is something I’ve been searching for. Sometimes I find it, but it’s always fleeting. Perhaps it’s just me, but it feels as though I’m stuck on a turntable, unable to find my way back to where I need to be. Maybe one day, I’ll find that solace again. But until then, I’ll keep trying to find my way through the dark. Find my way back to you.

© Sarah Doughty

Because I know, sooner
or later, I’ll get through it.

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davidbrucehaiku: precious things

~ thereluctantpoet

davidbruceblog #2

https://pixabay.com/en/pair-autumn-evening-sun-nature-3798371/

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PRECIOUS THINGS

***

Someone who loves you.

The right word at the right time.

A friend you can call.

***

Free davidbrucehaiku #12 eBook (pdf)

Free davidbrucehaiku #11 eBook (pdf)

Free davidbrucehaiku eBooks (pdfs)

Free eBooks by David Bruce (pdfs)

Free eBook: YOU’VE GOT TO BE KIND

Free eBook: YOU’VE GOT TO BE KIND: Volume 2

David Bruce’s Smashwords Bookstore: Retellings of Classic Literature, Anecdote Collections, Discussion Guides for Teachers of Literature, Collections of Good Deed Accounts, etc. Some eBooks are free.

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davidbrucehaiku: precious things

~ thereluctantpoet

davidbruceblog #2

https://pixabay.com/en/pair-autumn-evening-sun-nature-3798371/

***

PRECIOUS THINGS

***

Someone who loves you.

The right word at the right time.

A friend you can call.

***

Free davidbrucehaiku #12 eBook (pdf)

Free davidbrucehaiku #11 eBook (pdf)

Free davidbrucehaiku eBooks (pdfs)

Free eBooks by David Bruce (pdfs)

Free eBook: YOU’VE GOT TO BE KIND

Free eBook: YOU’VE GOT TO BE KIND: Volume 2

David Bruce’s Smashwords Bookstore: Retellings of Classic Literature, Anecdote Collections, Discussion Guides for Teachers of Literature, Collections of Good Deed Accounts, etc. Some eBooks are free.

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not to wonder ~

~ thereluctantpoet

tornadoday

rememberthis

somewhere beyond
the certainty
of one more every day
beyond the wish
that keeps my dreams awake

as kisses unforgotten
dry an ocean of my tears
for a moment
unpretending
time is lost –
you are here

wrapped in morning
promise
whispering my name –
for a moment
not to wonder
why you left
or why you came

for one more
dream remembered
in the silent swell of dawn
another sky
we lay beneath –
stars we wished
upon

. . .

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Blackened Heart

~ thereluctantpoet ~ 2 Comments

Confab With Me

Her soul was grimed
covered with layers of betrayals
and her beliefs
pierced with scores of sores,
and her implored self felt
that trust and love were nothing but
brittle words scattered on the floor

She didn’t know
but somewhere down her blackened heart
love still thrived
waiting patiently to see
her share of daylight
and no grunge could eclipse her hope
and that love waited

for the clouds to erode
She called it life
and her love- a paradox of a living soul

Copyright © Shantanu Baruah

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