they found strength in forsaken spaces

something was different tonight
diffident sky refused to sit still and listen
to the same old tale told for many moons

muted forest the only living thing
hearing the sound of shuffling feet
dragging weary hearts to the door
of abandoned cottage

narrow creek lost its ripples ever since
nearby trees stopped singing
and blue birds no longer arriving
in flocks to celebrate spring

around the corner rusting wheelbarrow
untouched for hundreds of days
smiling in its last breaths
witnessing wildflowers wave to the wind
refusing to wilt;
each rejection fortifying their resolve
to live and love

~~~

For #SatLines and #ArielPoets. Inspired by ‘a little light is filtering from the water flower’ (Sylvia Plath).

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heartbreaker 

Dawn breaks, and dewdrops start to show off shades of the sun’s reflection. A crash–the sound of a heart falling. She carefully collects the pieces, and stores them in a wooden jewelry box. Adjusting her crown, a smile forms at the corner of her mouth–a new day, another fool, same old string of sweet nothings.

~~~

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magic trick

footprints found
leading to a secret place
where laughter once lived

charmingly smiling
he did some kind of magic
pulling love right out of thin air

a heart set aflame
burning soul to charcoal
left helpless, kept falling
into nothingness

one blink and it vanished
but a note saying sorry
it was all just a game

~~~

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starved of flattery

Look, shouted she, I carved
these exquisite words in stone
for you. Come and worship me

for my marvellous creation.
Birds flocked to her shore
fighting for attention,

blinded by beauty, so fleeting
it was gone in a moment.

~~~

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the old black

winter wind asked if I missed the snow angels
I lied through my teeth
because it was easier

after a while all the white gets old
turns to gray
maybe deserving

the last time I used all the bright colors
they clashed with my dress
so today I let them be—

black will always be where you’ll find me.

~~~

Inspired by #inpoems 517.

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is that you?

you look familiar–
were you at this wonderful spot
where souls counted stars?
I was there, too
blinded by the light
lost count and had to start
from one.
halfway through, the night went dark
and I went home
empty-handed.

~~~

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conquered

She couldn’t remember what, but she’d never forget how it made her feel—a want that became a need, forever unquenched. For the way he penned his love, breathing life into the letters. For the way he carved his craving, unreachable yet contagious. Each line, it seemed, was meant to reach out of the page and mess with her essence. Even his pauses were rich, silence dripping, softly stirring something deep within, no matter how fleeting. Into the night they danced, his song diving right into her core, evoking emotions she never knew existed.

She’d never forget how he made her feel, but she couldn’t remember what made her fall—the fire in his heart or the poetry in his soul.

 

~~~

For #WhisperingNeds 112, ’visceral’.

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vintage in shreds 

but what of the tapestry we wove
with our lovesick words?

left hanging on the wall
marinading in sadness

or folded in the bottom drawer
soaking in darkness

if tomorrow decides
to shed some light on the chamber,
maybe torn and tattered
would collect fewer shadows

~~~

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