Prompt 269
A pivotal moment
The glass slipping from her hand Breaking violently into pieces
Beginning in a different season
A cool zephyr drifts in through
the window
She pauses in a hushed life
Remembering all she has lost

Prompt 269
A pivotal moment
The glass slipping from her hand Breaking violently into pieces
Beginning in a different season
A cool zephyr drifts in through
the window
She pauses in a hushed life
Remembering all she has lost
Ionic channels rooted for the elements..
#SenseWrds (265) #nature
The wind blows
a rustling thru
my bones.
A shudder
comes over me,
left me
unraveling. . . .
some days
I think less about
what you imagine about me
but whether I imagined you
if I did,
I'd probably
fall to pieces
couldn't it have been day
and now it's just
night?
because
maybe I am a villain
but tell me
that for a moment
when your breath
was on my neck
I was
perfection
#SenseWrds 269
Death is
transcended
by the Eternal -
the Heavens
can still wash
both away.
#SenseWrds Prompt 261 #poetry
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Prompt 269
Shattering
Autumnal
Breeze
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#sensewrds 268 sinuous, dreaming, sparrow
A river
merrily
asleep
Oneiric confluence
Thames, Tyne
Pishon, Gihon, Tigris, Euphrates
Nile
Lea
In the playground when I was very small:
fat grey birds, small brown birds.
The river now gives me kittiwakes
The poet an albatross.
Graceful shapes, drift in and out as I sleep
I know I can’t keep hold of it,
and those sweet trills; I want to bottle them
but I know I will never a catch it,
before I wake, the magic has flown.
Green fields beneath soft cheeks
love bites spread so easily
fingers tracing pretty words
across each others bodies.
Prompt 268
She eats like a bird
Her thin frame is skin and bone
She longs to take flight
Slithering towards
A sleeping bird, a python
Tasting victory.
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Lost within a maze
of my own consciousness,
tossing & turning,
searching for the daylight
in an endless night.
Waiting for a call,
the song of a morning
chorus, the songbirds
awaken me in a new
chorus of enlightenment.
She was named after a flower
that's all she remembers now.
Not the shape of her face,
the sound of her voice
or the feel of her arms.
The important parts of her
Mother purged from her mind
by the passage of time.
#SenseWrds Prompt 266 #poetry
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the Fountainhead
disgorged Truth
at an alarming rate -
What was the point
of being All Knowing
if you were
powerless to stop it?
#SenseWrds Prompt 264 #poetry
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lbj
…
little brown job chirping
what's on your mind right now?
silver snake draws nigh
…
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