Revival of the Fittest

Sometimes you have to lay still a little while

 Just to make sure that nothing is broken

Except your heart.

Unspoken Anger

It sits,
In the back of my brain
Awaiting it’s freedom
Time clear of refrain

A Sum of Friendship

A cross too hard to bear

Alleviated by love

Share the weight

Ease the burden

Many hearts equal many hands

Words once spoken

Every breath taken
Each word uttered
The tone implied
Emotion stuttered
All our thoughts
Amalgamated
Held or cherished
Loved and hated

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Wooden Idols

Mouth gaping,

Jaws of oak

tower above lives

A portal-

into iridescent skies

faith of the unknown

an unsettling presence

and the barefaced shadows

of prayers left unsaid

 

Written in response to the prompt from Creative Talents Unleashed

The Inconsistency of Truth

4am

And I find myself writing lists

Under the corners of my eyelids

The iris ink lingering

Over the final quatrain

Of this unfinished saga

 

Busy Bee

 

Oh to be a bumblebee

Fuzzy, warm and round

Kissing all the daffodils

Who kneel before my crown

Missing context

It’s not that you miss me –
it’s if you miss me while there is still fun to be had.
That’s what really counts.

 

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Shameless thoughts

Thinking of you in the darkness

Because daylight only highlights the blush

Always An Afterthought

“Don’t be mad at me”
She laughs at this expression, yes
Even as her lips form a sullen pout
above the receiver.

She’s not mad at you though,
only at herself –
and her expectations,
and the realisation.