Winter does not empathize
with withered branches or
displaced birds fleeing waves
of frozen breath.
Her howling wind is a laugh out loud and
she hasn’t the grace to cover her mouth.
A tease of holly and evergreen flicker
at the curve of billowed thighs
glistening folds of hallowed mounds
drift in other worldly sighs ensnared
in her exquisite binds.
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art by Karol Bak
Senryu Your essence remains In the spaces between us A bridge I can cross Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Source: Daily Haiku – Mon. December 2, 2019 – Poetry For Healing
in the chaos of your darkest nights let the ocean in your mind be still and see the universe reflected in its surface.
Source: starry nights – Chris Mc Geown
Through the haze of snow
We daydream of warmer times
Sand between our toes
Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #282 Haze & Sand
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I can taste the metallic taste of an unsung song lodged in my throat when the sourness of the stale words and verse have sat long enough out in the night it carries the taste of the doom the sadness mixed within gives it a tart taste like the curdled milk left overnight
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The number is wrong
Women are too critical
We know she’s a ten
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NOTE: This happens over and over. Women underestimate their beauty. Later, they look at old photographs and think, “I was hot!”
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“Sometimes, when my head hits the pillow,
I wonder if you’d be happier if I was gone.”
Every night, when my head hits the pillow, thoughts run through my mind. About us. What we were. What we could have been. How everything has changed — and not all for the better. Sometimes I wonder if you’d be happier if I wasn’t here. And sometimes, once my thoughts quiet, I dream of that reality. I see the smiles. The way you don’t carry stress in your shoulders. Like you’re waiting for the shoe to drop. The freedom in your eyes. Like you’re no longer burdened by me. And when I wake, the thoughts stir once more.
Those dreams. They feel so real. Even though what I see is beautiful, it breaks my heart to wonder if that would be your reality if I was gone.
© Sarah Doughty
2018
Maybe it’s…
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“And I hope my heart is enough.
Because that’s all I have left to give.”
My heart lingers in the air, reaching out to you, but it’s trapped by me and my walls. And I wonder if you can feel my ache. How I miss you. How I miss the way things used to be. I wonder if you can sense how much I still need you. Yet, at the same time, wish I could just be. Loving you the way you deserve. I don’t know if this will ever change — if our reality will stay the same. But I know it’s taken me too long. And with no end in sight, I release my heart. I cut that tether and watch it float away. Watch it drift towards you. And I hope that’s enough. Because that’s all I have left to give.
© Sarah Doughty
2018
I do…
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“Death twitches my ear;
‘Live,’ he says…
‘I’m coming.”
― Virgil
And should spirit
move within me,
decide to take my soul
my fervent hope
for what I find
in the unknown
are those I’ve lost
who will greet
and welcome me home
The people I’ve loved,
and all my pets
waiting to say hello.
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