Daily Prompt: Leaf

Love is like a crunchy leaf in the cooling temperatures of Fall

Hanging on for dear life wanting, needing, trying to muster the call

Suffering but gripping a branch in the powerful onslaught of relentless wind

Sometimes true love can hold on-but sometimes the leaves girth isn’t wide enough

As it loses its grip, the leaf, like love, dies and becomes part of the earth.

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Daily Prompt: Sting

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These broken wings smartly sting but if you listen closely they also sing

Songs of sadness, songs of loss, songs that prevent me from paying the cost

It must be paid! Wisdom cries out, searching for someone to take the blame.

But I have suffered, I’ve been alone. What more do you want- to share in my shame?

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A Single Raven

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O’ why can’t I get out of here! Is it comfort, malaise, or not knowing how to deal?

I stare blankly into your eyes and you grasp me firmly in your arms- I scream, let me go!

You look away and then turn back with tears- what story line have you dreamed up?

This is it, yes is it, there is no other way. I push you off the cliff and you holler, still holding my hand.

We lay beside each other on the ground, black eyes shining- and a single raven…circling around.

Out the Window

I’m looking for myself today because I’m all alone* I glance out the window and think of my former home *Where have I gone, What have I done, I bend down and pick up a stone*He’s rejected me again, I’m pulling out my hair, will I ever learn? *The rain begins to fall and tempers start to flare*The sound of anger in his voice and his callous stare just breaks my heart and brings me tears*I’m looking for myself today, as he decided not to love me, and is no longer here.

Cranberry Lips

Cranberry lips leave a thin line around the rim

He doesn’t remove it- thinks it’s hot and I’m fine

Wet lips explore his mouth and he tastes me like sweet candy

Relishing the intimate moments we’re daring to share

In the quiet of the moonlight we take our time to touch

To feel his large hands cupping me it’s almost. too. much.

Love or lust? Does it matter? Do I care?

His dark eyes and warm tan body makes me want to sin

Suddenly we are skin to skin and my hand rubs up and down him.

Lost Daisy

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I am somewhere else not where I am lost in this daisy atmosphere going up, up, up

I was in a good place the other day but now I’m drifting away- too far, too much

As if there were no gravity to hold my soul in place and it hurts as it’s being torn out

The bpd is getting the best of me driving people I love away- even after he took me back

What kind of a fool am I that my mind torments me so as indelicacy grips my ribs and won’t let go

Will I survive another day to endure more of myself or at least what is left of this mad hat sanity

I am somewhere else not where I am and lost in this daisy atmosphere.

Freed

Have you looked back on an older poem you wrote and said, “What does this even mean?” That was me today. Lol.

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He chopped at the log with the fury of a Greek God
The foggy mountain top he raised his head to gaze
Armed sufficiently when insincerity and indecency collide
His flaming head now full of dread and thinking that he’s dead
Damning thoughts they disappear the ax he swings relieved
Fully consumed with gratitude she lays him-freed, in the ground.

 

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