Slow Rain

June 5, 2012

A slow rain fell
and washed the tears away
and washed the blood away,
red to pink to nothing at all,
and tried to wash the pain away
but forty days and forty nights
couldn’t make her feel okay.

Inspired by My Word Wizard.

Young

May 21, 2011

Once we were young,
and our hobby was dreaming.
Now we have grown,
and our time is spent counting.
Counting the hours,
’til we can go home;
counting the pennies,
that we can’t enjoy;
counting the days,
as they disappear.
Oh to be young again,
full of excitement for the future,
rather than this disappointment,
I feel at the past.

 

 

Inspired by @MyWordWizard‘s prompt: “Once we were young…”

Up Close

May 21, 2011

Up close she was as she had seemed –
perfect to the highest grade;
flawless to the finest detail.

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Up close, she was just as a masterpiece,
edges cracked and colours smudged,
that from afar one would not see,
but rarely was he close enough to care.

 

 

Inspired by @MyWordWizard‘s prompt: “Up close, she was…”

ix. Upside Down

March 17, 2011

All we knew was back to front,
our left, was now our right.
Our night was day, our yes was no,
our black became our white.

Not a thing made sense;
the rules had all been bent,
the past had been erased,
the future had been spent.

Our world was upside down;
our lives were inside out;
our time was running in reverse
yet we still smiled throughout.

 

 

Inspired by the following image prompt from @MyWordWizard:
“Our world was upside down…”

viii. Twitter

March 16, 2011

We chose different paths,
It seemed to be the only way,
But though they rarely cross,
I think about her every day.

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Everything we knew before escaped us
right when we needed it most.
All we had learned, all we’d been told,
faded into ignorance, leaving us lost.

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Nature’s fury makes sure we have not forgotten,
Reminds us who is boss.
‘Hand of God’ or ‘Way of the World’,
We are nothing in comparison.
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I would sit.

Yes. Those were the days.
When sitting was something by itself.
Now when I sit,
I am writing emails,
Making phonecalls,
Having my hair cut.
I never just sit,
Anymore.

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Why?
The five year old asks,
Again and again,
And is told to stop.
That five year old,
Is at his wisest,
When asking, “why?”.

 

 

Inspired by the following prompts from @MyWordWizard:
“We chose different paths…”
“Everything we knew before…”
“Nature’s fury…”
“I would sit…”
“Why…”

xxxiii. Spring

February 16, 2011

They fell,
Upon a mountain spring,
Where water flowed from the earth,
Like love,
Flowed from their hearts.

 

 

Inspired by @MyWordWizard‘s prompt: “They fell upon a mountain spring…”

xxxii. Alone

February 15, 2011

He never knew love;
No one had ever said the magic words.
But sadder than that,
Was that he never realised,
He didn’t need anyone but himself,
To be loved.

 

 

Inspired by @MyWordWizard‘s prompt: “He never knew love…”

xxx. Today

February 15, 2011

Across windswept plains,
Your love reaches me;
Through letters and IMs,
I know you still belong to me.

We charted a new course,
Knowing it would fail,
But promises when love is new,
Are like sandcastles before the tide.

What she thought was love,
Was to be the end of her,
For when she found out she’d been wrong,
What had she to live for?

What happened that night,
It was more than sex;
It was an excuse for what they felt;
A way to forget their love.

His gifts were wrapped with care,
And left her breathless and weak;
How could she now say,
What she had come to say?

 

 

Inspired by a series of prompts on Twitter, from both @MyWordWizard and @PoetNub

xxv. What Was Once

February 5, 2011

What was once,
Is not now,
And ’twill not be again.

Once it’s gone –
No mind how –
’twill never be the same.

 

 

Inspired by @MyWordWizard‘s prompt: “What was once…”