Carpe Diem Only The First Line #25 the sound of rain
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the sound of rain
drumming softly in the night
lullaby
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Carpe Diem Only The First Line #25 the sound of rain
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the sound of rain
drumming softly in the night
lullaby
d’verse Quadrille #26 – ghost
Kim has us ghost busting today at the Poets Pub. I’m afraid mine turned a little maudlin. It’s not based on anything personal, just how my muse chose to write today.
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Just Gone
I searched for you
Among the tumbled
Crumbled tombstones
I sat quietly in
Vaulted cathedrals
Watching flickering candles
But you did not appear
Not a wisp or
A touch of cold air
You are nowhere
There is no ghostly you
To fill this void
Carpe Diem Namasté the Spiritual Way #2 pilgrimage
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eyes closed, head bowed
the only sound my heart
inner pilgrimage

photo – Candy
Betterment
Let the past remind us
Not rewind us
Peace will bloom in
Soils of change
Winds of wisdom
Hearts enlightened
Let us not forget
That we are the rain
© Mish
I found this “work of art” on my walk this morning. Thought it would work for Cee’s Oddball Challenge.

It’s all about WALLS in the Garden today
Wide Open
some might build walls
for protection
for isolation
for immunity
after their hearts have
been broken
keeping other hearts out
fearing more damage
but I will keep my heart open
to life as it comes
each bruise or tear
making it smater, stronger –
bolder
Poetic Asides
Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 383
By: Robert Lee Brewer | February 8, 2017
It Can’t Be
It can’t be bedtime
There is laundry waiting –
It won’t wash itself
No matter how long I
Ignore it
And dinner dishes are
Still stacked in the sink
It can’t be bedtime
My hair needs washed
And I was planning a
Facial tonight
It can’t be bedtime
I should make a grocery list
And pack lunches
It can’t be bedtime
I just made a cup of tea
And I’m going to read
Just one more chapter –
really
dVerse Poetics: Muse Mixology
De has us mixing it up with “bar” terminology this week. Cheers!
Did I mention – in just 33 words, or less!
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Beginning Over
she hung her three sheets to (flap in) the wind
dry on the rocks
she had spritzed away her old life
hammered out each sour fleck of him
kamikazed old rum memories
Carpe Diem #1146 Tea Ceremony
morning tea
with a special friend
shared zen