Day: March 15, 2020

Actors

~ thereluctantpoet

Sarah Doughty

“I loved you, but at what cost?
When did loving me become a burden?”

You see, we were both so good at pretending that we lost who we were along the way. I loved you, but at what cost? I watched as my dreams slowly died away, like a distant memory. Lost and forgotten. But it didn’t take long for me to remember what mattered most. As a result, I hated myself for allowing my dreams to wither away like a flower in the midst of a drought.

And you? When did our love suddenly become a burden? When was it that you began to resent me for being broken. When was it that you decided my dreams — my chances of happiness — were going to cost you more than you wanted to sacrifice. You lied, and I believed you, because that’s what I was supposed to do. Trust…

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Down the Road

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Roth Poetry

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There are times in our life when things happen the we don’t understand. Life can be put in a turmoil, making us feel like we have completely lost control. It makes us question everything we thought we believed or planned for our life. But in time we see those things were just bumps in the road. I thought perhaps this poem I wrote a couple of years ago might give us a little perspective.

Down the road
a few years,
you will look back
and realize
although the vista
was desired,
it’s really the journey
that is most rewarding.

Photo: Dwight L. Roth

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Hold Me

~ thereluctantpoet

Confab With Me

Slow me down,
hold my racing thoughts just in time,
and that heart that leaps every time your name get mentioned,
control it one more time,

for if you will not,
I will surely go insane this time around

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The Plot – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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dVerse Poets – Meet the Bar – Lists

Bjorn at dVerse has invited us to work with a list to write a poem.

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Photo: Cluedo set, found at en.academic.ru

“There are four kinds of homicide: felonious, excusable, justifiable, and praiseworthy.”

The Plot

Some soap
tea
rope
you
choke
haggis
natal plums
insurance
nectarine
eggs,
the plot thickens.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Note: the acrostic works off strychnine.

Paul, pvcann.com.

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Pep Talk – poem by Ali Grimshaw

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“I alone cannot change the world, but I can cast a stone across the waters to create many ripples.” – Mother Teresa

Show up.
Be your
unique colors.
That’s enough.

Even when you doubt.
Even when you think it won’t work.
Even when you’re scared.

Show up.
That’s enough.

Those that came before
did just that.
Day after day
after day.

Show up.
Stand up.
Speak up.

Stop to listen from your heart.

Breathe.
You are ok.

Now repeat.

© Alicia Grimshaw 2020

Photo taken in NYC July 2019

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