Fireblossom Friday: Bang, You’re Dead.
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Still Here
i am stardust and
moonbeams
skimming through
your atmosphere
i am the whispered
breeze
blowing through
your hair
i am the fog
that hides the
sun from
your face
i am the rain
falling
from the sky like
your tears
i am not gone
Meeting the bar: Common Meter
Frank Hubney is the guest host at d’Verse Poet’s Pub and he has challenged us to write our poems using common meter.
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The Painter
If I could paint with hues of blue
I’d paint gray clouds that sadden you
I’d find some yellow and I’d add
The brightest sun in glitter clad
And if that sun does not cheer you
I’d paint myself a gray shade too
Then snuggle close along your side
Until your tears have all been dried
Mish and I are happy to bring you another collaboration
——-
(photo: Candace Kubinec)
Universal
We may not see
Scars and bruises
Heartaches hidden deep
Or know the twisted roots
Of troubled minds
Understanding takes time
But we can feel the rain
Of a thousand fears
Streaming down faces
In faraway places
We have never been
We can start here because
Tears are universal
(c) Mish
