Island

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Today’s Word of the Day is Island.

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Time for Self-Introspection

Didi's Art Design



Many questions come
Addressed to ourselves:
How has my life been so far?
What have I done wrong?
What can I improve in the future?

So much dirt in my thoughts
Garbage in words and deeds
Pyramid top of a now and here
Time to take stock
Who I was, who I am

How many people have I hurt
Including myself?
In the hamster wheel of equal deeds
Bad habits?
Shame on myself

Every thought, every word, every action
Has a heavyweight
When they hurt
It’s banging against the walls
Of one’s own heart

The scale shows
Where we stand
Honesty and confession may help
To cleanse us from dirt
To become a better person…

Time to bring about the change in us…

DidiArtist, 07.04.2020

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Polished perfection

Her Writing Haven

the-beach-3266660_1280I want to live
Where the waves crash upon the shore
To hear those tumultuous waves
Pounding like pistons
Smoothing every jagged rock
With timeless precision
Ever reminding me
Of the silver linings
Found in my afflictions
For with every persistent beating
Comes polished perfection

© 2020 Michelle Cook


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doors upon the sea

The Lonely Author

Poetry under the palm trees continue….

doors upon the sea

who am i to tell the roses
not to bloom
how do I stop the hands of time
or silence a lonely wolf
howling at the moon
how can i not think of you
it’s like asking my heart
to remember not to bleed
or a pianist who lost his hands
to forget his keys
my beautiful muse
tell me I can lock these thoughts out
convince me
I can put doors upon the sea

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Am I wrong to love my muse?

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