I Still Live

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I live, remember

How you moved

In me

How you lived

On me

How I rocked you

To slumber

Now

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n

g

 

 

I used the first archived challenge: Words Count with Mama Zen "Power Image" (in twenty five words or less)

 

Posted for Margaret’s Play it Again, Toads! @ RealToads

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Sharing it with Poetry Pantry @ Poets United

Sound of Silence

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The raging roar of thought-waves crashes

Echo.          Ashes

I pick the shards of myself up from the black shore

Echo.          Sore

Darkness with the glittering smile of stars

Echo.          Stares

A suppressed wail from my inside wells up

Echo.          Sap

Grief has taken its toll and leads to ruin

Echo.          Win

I stand on the long night’s shore alone

Echo.          One

In the belief that One Being will hold my hand

Echo.          And

In the heart that will rise that splits the night

Echo.          Might

Hollering tides will recede and touch the sound of silence

Echo.          Quiescence  

 

Form – Echo Verse

I used the title and two sentences from Simon and Garfunkel’s song “The Sound of Silence”

Posted for Mary’s Midweek Motif ~ Silence @ Poets United

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Sharing with Open Link Night 153 @ dVerse Poets Pub

Back to School

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Blooms smile and dance

In the school garden

Shake their bags

On the back

Some chirp and twitter

Want to fly

A bouquet of them

Holding fingers of moms

Sad faced, tearful

Want to go home

Their first day at school today

Aw….

 

Posted for dVerse Poetics prompt “Back to School”

Time Witnessed

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The seed

Dropped into the heart

Time witnessed

How it writhed

Squirmed and was torn

In silence

Then burst forth

In stem, blooms and thorn

A joy in lines was born

 

Posted for Karin’s Weekend Mini Challenge – Poetry Time! @ Real Toad

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Shared with Poetry Pantry @ Poets United

Reflections

I stand before the mirror  

Echo.           Error

I do see myself, you know

Echo.           No

Who is that if it’s not me?

Echo.           Me

Am I the echo of myself?

Echo.           Self

Is the person without self nothing?

Echo.           A thing

What will I do with things that die?

Echo.          Dye

You’re mad, Echo, dye with what glove?

Echo.          Love

Through this body will then my soul express?

Echo.            Yes

                            

Posted for Mary’s prompt @ MTB dVerse

Beauty

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The beggar mother croons

A moon-song to her child

Its happy lips become that crescent

The sparrow finds a shade

Under a fig leaf

While Mother Nature lovingly sings

Her rain-song

The eternal Romeo and Juliet

Whisper love-song

Drenched in moonbeams

Martyrs caught in the web of hatred

Could only breathe love

Love is Beauty, Beauty Love

We need to breathe it

To survive

 

Posted for Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Beauty 

July 20, 1969

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Astronaut’s amazed

Bright Earth rises in the sky

Feet on dark moon-dust

 

 

Posted for Poetry Pantry @ Poets United