Truth is always exciting.
Speak it, then;
life is dull without it.
~ Pearl S. Buck ~
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Day: April 17, 2020
Beneath the Stars – #poetry – #NaPoWriMo – #AprilWriting
I’ve traveled a long road
To reach my favorite place
I stopped to rest a moment
Found myself on Moon’s face
He didn’t seem quite happy
After all, I dimmed his light
I promised him, “Don’t worry!”
“I’ll soon be tucked in, tight!”
But first I have to cross the bridge
And make sure I don’t fall through
Taking baby steps, and carefully
Is what I’ll need to do
I can see my teddy bear
Waiting patiently for me
Atop my pillow, on my bed
Tis where I want to be
So we can snuggle closely
Perhaps, to dream of Mars
Where imagination can run free
Fast asleep, beneath the stars
April Writing Prompt – The bear under the bridge
©2020 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Image by DarkWorkX from Pixabay
Sprinkles of you
Please Stop and read this romantic poem
You decorate my life
In pinks, oranges, and blues
And every day that passes
Adds a hundred new hues
I find sprinkles of you
On the gloomiest of days
You always brighten my life
In the loveliest ways
© 2020 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/candy-colorful-dessert-sprinkles-1850949/
the dreams I had
Come enjoy another Gem from Drew!!!!
the dreams i had
you are the twilight in my eyes
that never blossomed into dawn
the empty nights sans moonlight
imagining the phases of your soul
renouncing the affections of women
to appease this unrequited heart
and all the love it has to give
for you my beloved
I cling to illusions
embracing all the dreams i had
yet never lived
.
.
A song that very much inspires mi. Sabor A Mi (Taste of Me).
I don’t know if eternity has love
But there, just like here
In your mouth you will carry
A taste of me 🎵🎶
I wrote this for you – House of Heart
Reblogged on WordPress.com
Come Back
“Won’t you please come back to me?
I’m too lost to find you.”
Won’t you please come back to me?
This darkness has wrapped
it’s fingers around my neck
and it’s slowly draining me.
Of my life. My senses.
It’s almost as if I’m becoming nothing.
With every passing second,
I lose more of who I am,
who I was, and who I was to be.
I’m not sure which is worse,
knowing that I’m in
this darkened oblivion alone,
or if you’re trying to help
and I’m too lost to find
my way back to you.
So please, don’t give up on me.
Won’t you please come back to me?
© Sarah Doughty
2018
I’ll never give up.
So please, don’t give up on me.
Helping Others
I know I’ve been very quiet lately. I’m still here, doing well. As well as can be expected these days.
I’m still going to work every day and am truly blessed that I have a job!
I think we ALL have an obligation to do whatever we can at this time to help this thing end sooner rather than later. To help.
And if that means staying home. Then, stay home.
Be well and be safe, my friends.
how it was ~
it’s my first time
forgetting you –
like the summer sun
blinding me
redefining me
once more
it’s the first time
the last I swear
I’ll be the one
to break
down
I’ll be the one
reminding you
how it was to be
how it was to love
of home
. . .
thought erased ~
for every time
another was –
some other life
I lived
as thought erased
yet given grace
how is it
I survived
with memories
I can’t replace –
can’t give a name
to every face
every kiss
to remember now
I missed
you
as trade again
on mortal sin
this one more life
to know –
another death
with your faithful breath
warm within
my soul
. . .
Observation
sharing odd spaces ~ we wander early and late ~ strolling through pages —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
The Reluctant Poet 