as she walked to
the end of the wooden boards,
the stars spoke to her
don’t follow your father’s steps
he regrets walking out on you
Worries
a
dread
fills me
chill between
us shows no sign of
lifting – I’ve made efforts to mend
the fences, be more flexible but the frost remains
wish for twist of fate to filter
any further shocks
and salvage
anxious
poor
me
In response to The Sunday Whirl’s – Wordle 379
Running on empty
my coffers are all but empty
don’t expect laughter
frozen smile’s
all I
can
spare
Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge # 112 – “Cold & Safe”
Windows to the past
do
not
open
windows to
the past – lest winds of
memories bluster you away
A day of denial
a night of passion
pangs of guilt usher in a
day of denial
November Writing Prompts
Captivating confines
my heart is caught in
captivating confines of
her vile dark tresses
Seeds of solitude
seeds of solitude
are often seen to blossom
into poetry
Lead me
let me go astray
or lead me to destiny
thou art my compass
RonovanWrites Weekly Prompt – Art & Compass
Enjoy your present
lock
up
your past
numb your sense
to sounds of future
dance in step with waltzing present
In response to Weekly Writing Prompt #162 – 5 Words:
|LOCK|STEP|NUMB|PAST|SOUND|
