fag

 

An inmate of

This being of

Mine  

This ripping of

A lonely soul

Out of
Rhyme.

Exhaling to toss

Inhaling, hard chore

I don’t listen

I am off

I drag

I cough.

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IMAGE:  Exhale by Aimee Stewart

near

So soft
so

So gentle
so

my skin
all

and
don't know
how much of

my soul

relieved 

for a second
or two

at the thought of
a bit of

your presence.





Around the lakeby AlexandraSophie

the night

No 

matter

how blue,

or green,

our eyes.

.

No matter

how avid

or intense

their glow.

.

On windy nights

candles blow.

Image: Trade in time .. by artsmitten

Shaped a candle and posted it for d'verse!

While observing

These pairs 

just  don’t match

yet, 

they hold hands

and show off.

A few too many 

gross bodies

 showing vital  

dissatisfaction.

This heat’s burning 

my  left arm

while I drive 

 home to safety.

Image: Smile While Observing by Adam Bloom

.Joining d'verse

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Joining at d’verse because it’s Tuesday and because, honestly, I always expect some people to read. That’s so selfish on my part-I reckon- since I’ve been off blogging and  unable to catch up lately. Please, let me apologize for that, esp.  to those who (as I used to) find the time to come here, no matter what.

THANK you so much for being there.

Also, please, understand, I’ve been trying to comment on some of you- but having to write down my comments together with passwords, mails and/ or verification words... makes it all so much worse. Could you please get rid of that?

Anyway, thank you again!

D.

we belong

              we belong
                   to the whispers

                          of the wind

                and the haze

                     that floats

                             hiding

                                the sunset

                   to the hands

                           we hold

               ...   to each other

Together. by Sarah Lombart

posted for d'verse

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 Martin Muir

Posted for d'verse
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.

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 Shyra Oker-Teed

[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]

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 Adolf Panonskij

falling in

It’s feathers

Silky

So gentle and smooth

Soothing

Subtly stroking my chin

My cheeks, then

My humid  lips
.

And I wake up

To find you there

Caressing me here

.

With your mild

.
Sweet

Fingertip.

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Happy Valentine' s  day to everyone!

Joining at d'verse

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Love is a soft place to fall by Amanda Cass
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short

Only one tear drops

With the petal

Of the one

only rose

Picked up

on my yesterday walk

Feeling you near

In the one

only second

of no thoughts

I look back to see

You’re gone.

It's Tuesday, it's Open Link Night at d'verse- join and enjoy!

Muse by Aimee Stewart
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old is cold

Going north

No highways

Where snow

Is colder

And mountains

Too hard  to climb

Getting lost and

Tripping over frost

A great chance

Leaving behind

What was warm

Also called home

Cannot stop

I am going north.

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First Chill of Winter by Selkie

Duelling Inside

Sort of long

Long time ago

A fact so cruel

As a matter of fact

So fool

A sort of

Let’s duel…

Life gave birth

To this sort of ruin

Herein

Where two became one

And could never

Be joined again

Not fun.

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On The Inside (work in progress) by Lee Wilde

dawn

standing before an orange sun

blazing and fleeing clouds

exhaling breath in vapour water

second in

second out

frozen nose

eyes not frowned

deeper in

softly out

a launching bird

distracts my misconception

of place and time.

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Posted for d’Verse  Poets  LinkNight week 26 - Opening   at 8 pm GMT  [ 3 pm EST]

Fading into oblivion by artsmitten
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archway

I fall

because that’s what I choose

too late the new voices

came to whisper

that there might be a way out

those voices of the past

remain in this corridor

my own archway

looking out

into a dry dreary garden

I fall in and out

for not being perfect

that much I know

but see

 I am able to imagine

there are flowers and butterflies, instead

despite my willing to rather stay

in this duct.

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windswept in grandeur by Charlie Trotman

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Posting for Free Write Friday

And Adding some contrast at d'verse

:-)

no star

it’s getting more and more lonely

this December night,

lost childhood
and weary elves

which no longer occur

no more kisses under mistletoe

my courage trembling

at my temples,

my chest getting impatient

like my  thighs

wonderful neglected verbs

longing  to emplore

somewhere to grasp

my new miracle

my axiom

or just a manger…

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“Sandcastles" from "Whispers" series by dorina costras

Posted for d'verse

not the end

Don’t you go
.

Don’t
.

There ‘s still some tune

 In my head
.

All by itself

Humming

While I try to enjoy

This moment of the end

Of exhaustion.

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Image credit
Abstract Transitions Panel 4, by Cameron Gray


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