Poetry – It Keeps Happening
When does the amount of poems one writes become a problem?
Well, here is another set of them collected from my Blue Sky account.
Let’s go back and swim.
We can do most anything.
The guests are gone now,
and the place belongs to us.
Darling, we can be happy.
(Woke up singing this somehow, dreamt of a magical summer night, when feelings are high).
6th November, 2023
He took a dive, far,
while they were all just watching.
You had to appear aloof.
Snuck a look, whether he lived.
10th November, 2023 (Whistpr Daily Prompt)
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The hearth is missing.
That warm center of my life.
The accepting light.
What I could have been, with you.
What the core was before loss.
12th November, 2023 (Daily Haiku Prompt)
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The branches are marked,
like little constellations.
Plank ceiling, a map
I make up images from.
“Follow the numbers”, but mine.
13th November, 2023 (Complete The Haiga) (image)
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A fire, some blast?
The sky turns color of rust
and clouds move so fast.
My mind has gone numb. I sit,
just staring at a distance.
13th November, 2023 (Daily Haiku Prompt)
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I am on a fence
about all that has happened.
Ready to change course,
and willing to take credit.
I feel like a vampire.
13th November, 2023 (Whistpr Daily Prompt)
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I hope you see them,
every lantern and candle,
all the strings of lights
we are setting up for you.
We miss you my sister, friend.
For my best friend. 💙
4th November, 2023 (Whistpr Daily Prompt)
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(Collaborated with Doug here)
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I hope you see them,
every lantern and candle,
all the strings of lights
we are setting up for you.
We miss you my sister, friend.
For my best friend. 💙
14th November, 2023 (Whistpr Daily Prompt)
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Decomposing plants,
rain clouds heavy overhead.
Stench of wet around.
Autumn landscape hanging on
to memories of summer.
16th November, 2023 (Whistpr Daily Prompt)
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To sort all my thoughts,
I feel like I need a rake.
My brain feels scattered,
it’s a cold, dark place windswept.
The core is safety, hidden.
16th November, 2023 (Daily Haiku Prompt)
