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Tuesday, March 27

DEVOID





Falling tears down to my lips
Craving to yell
Cry out this agony
Inside
Beneath
 My chest and fantasy
Weeping in torment
Sensing slowly
Gathering
The small pieces
Of what should have never been
Taken for granted.


Finis. by 


Posted for d'verse
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Sunday, March 18

Daring



There should be a last time
As there is a first

My tiny wisdom dares say

I find no end to this unrest

The afternoon was complete

It began on purpose
But the sun went down
Bringing a sleepless clear night

And I dared say

This getting old is getting familiar

It matches
As a flower to spring

And the odds go

And so do

The losses.



Image: lady of the limbs, silence by

[My dear friends I do not expect you to comment or even read... I just need to blog, post stuff, dare... My busy life at the moment does not allow me to visit all or any of you. May I say how sorry I am for that... Hoping to catch up one day soon.
Thanks for your sympathy  and  empathy :-/
Cheers]

Sunday, March 4

missing titles as well

  

Trees shaped
 by north winds
A poet hit
then blessed
by a star
Still his pen
 got nothing to write
For if the muse can’t choose
Nothing is there to do
But wait till the winds
Swirl from south.

 


Image>  The birds were here yesterday by