Moon Trick – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon




“Never give up for that is just the place and time that the tide will turn.”  Harriet Beecher Stowe

Moon Trick

At five the shore was long,
as long as it would ever be today
or any other day,
and I had not taken the time to
remember this nor to ponder
that it it might remain so,
that the tide might not come back
today or any other day,
that the sand should be divorced,
she the grieving widow
uncovered by her beloved
exposed and bereft,
her tears captive to the sun,
but the moon played her trick
and covered the shore once again,
I left with joy in my heart
knowing that all the tears were gathered.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


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Confab With Me

Have you ever experienced the freedom,
the time when the soul remains in a joyous spread,
and the heart sings in blithe
when the heart smiles inside
and the visage gently show the verve
when there is no fear,
no lies clouds any ostensible eyes,
that’s how I feel today,
for I am void of any expectations
neither I am dependent on any other person’s vibes

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davidbrucehaiku: THRIVE, DON’T JUST SURVIVE

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Thrive, don’t just survive

It’s a baller move against

All who have hurt you


BALLER: “Someone who started out from the bottom and with nothing and have now made it to the top.” — Urban Dictionary

“Thriving need not necessarily mean being rich.” — David Bruce


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When I think of you…

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walking-in-the-rain-1695803_1280When I think of you
I think of dances in the rain
Midnight walks and talks
Never a refrain

When I think of you
I think of autumn showers
Sitting at a little café
Talking for hours

When I think of you
I think of smiles under an umbrella
Holding your hand tight
So much I wanna tell ya

And when I think of you
I feel happier when it rains
The tie that binds us
Just cannot be explained

© 2019 Michelle Cook

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The 2020 Daily Writing Challenge – January 19

Jo Hawk

2020 Daily Writing Challenge

Writing is like driving at night in the fog.
You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.
– E. L. Doctorow

Today is Day 19 of the 2020 Daily Writing Challenge.

Did you write yesterday?  If you didn’t, that’s okay, start today. Don’t let excuses get in your way. You don’t need an entire hour, an office, or fancy software to write.  They say the average person can type 40 words per minute. That means five minutes can yield 200 words.

You can use a pen and paper, a note-taking app on your phone, or an old school typewriter. You don’t have to wake at 4am, instead, carve out a few minutes during your lunch hour, while waiting at the doctor’s office, or in your favorite coffee shop.

Give it a try and let us know how you did in…

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She wanted to believe in fairytales

That love truly exists

Yet, here she was

In an unfamiliar place

Where was the hero?

Or the godmother?

Even a kindly sprite

To see her pain

A kind word

Perhaps a magic spell

The briefest of hopes

Of a warm embrace

Tired of pretending

She was always strong

Exhausted from the journey

As tears rolled down her face

She was worthy, Was she not?

Why then was she the one wounded

While her advisary

Stood and mocked

She vowed to remain

Kind and good

Because she knew

What it was liked, to be overlooked

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