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You stare out of the window,
the rain folds the world outside
in an impartial embrace.
When I look into your eyes
there is growing desert sand, of
memories that come and go
in ever-weakening waves.
I am chained to the past
we can no longer share.
In my eyes
the desert and the rain
fight for place.
Mother, help me!
Tell me, please, that moving on
is not a sin, it is no mistake.
Mother, may I
seek solace in forgetting?
Set me free Mother
before it is too late.
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Are we there yet?
Where?
There.
There? Where?
Are we?
Am I?
SHUT UP
No more questions.
Please!
Just the quest, and
Undying hope
Someday, somehow to
Get there.
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To get ‘there’ go to Carry on Tuesday
Photo courtesy Willow @ Magpie Tales
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Once smooth hands
tremble, pause, gently trace
silhouettes of yesterday.
Once sparkling eyes
strive to focus,
peer fondly
into the faded depths
of bygone days.
The sepia tones
try
fail to cloak, to hide.
The past
in mind’s eye
ageless, evergreen,
still alive.
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Image prompt: Monday’s Child
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Decked in fairy lights, it brightens up the heart
Gives courage to begin anew, a welcome new start
It’s all aglow with warmth; it’s full of joy and cheer
Promises the shadows will end, there’s no place for fear
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Image courtesy link
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The helplessly dangling worm made me drool
It looked so harmless, so captivating, so cool
I should have known there was something fishy
In a shape so alluring, so beguilingly dishy
I chose style over substance, oh what a fool!
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Enjoy other fishy tales at Lots of Laughter
Illustration: Ernest Aris via Monday’s Child
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Mr. and Mrs. Hare were a little too old
To welcome another baby into their fold
They had three children, all strapping young lads
Their family felt complete and they were oh, so glad!
But when they found a baby girl, left wailing at their door
They welcomed her with open arms, happy they now had four
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Mr. Flop always follows Ms. Flip
Alas, she cannot give him the slip!
It is written in the book
This rule, it can’t be shook
Flip-flop, flip-flop they go
As you and I well know
Oh, how sweet that sounds!
In meaning too it abounds
But if the sequence is reversed
The consequences are absurd
I am sure you’ll readily agree
Flop-flip has no pedigree
Flip-flop makes perfect sense
Flop-flip is rather dense
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Enjoy flipping and flopping at Lots of Laughter
Image prompt: Theme Thursday
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Too much or too little
Will only lead to woes
Balance is what it takes
The wise stone knows
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Finding calm, standing still
Is more than just a pretty skill
It takes unshakable determination and will
To weather storms, remain standing still
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The time to act
is before the demise
No effort at revival
will bear fruit
after
Closure
Image: Magpie Tales
A bond
long decayed
into rotting
bondage.
A festering
discontent
oozing putrid,
like pus.
A door
banged shut,
feelings
hard ice.
Sometimes
revival
is a curse,
effort futile.
Sometimes
let perish,
find hope
in inevitable,
sweet demise.
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For Three Word Wednesday and Magpie Tales
Illustration: Blanche Fisher Wright
Courtesy: Monday’s Child
Lily is really excited about what she is going to make
While Mama is asleep, Lily plans to bake her a cake
It’s Mama’s birthday and Lily wants to give her a surprise
It doesn’t matter if she has to bake once, twice or even thrice
Big sister Leela is always there, smiling by her side
Shows her how to mix the cake, is her willing guide
To flour, sugar, milk and eggs are added peaches sliced thin
Then butter, cream, raisins and nutmeg gently stirred in
The cake is out of the oven, it smells really good
They dress it up in icing and on the table it is stood
Mother is proud and happy, she gives her girls a hug
The taste will linger forever, it is a feeling called love
the girl who walked too much 