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Once upon a date,
There was a story you would not tell.
A story that hid at the back of your conversation,
But that I caught glimpses of, and felt
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The writing practice that started me writing again...
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This was inspired by the picture above by pokermedic at photobucket.
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On a pyre of sandalwood and aloes,
My heart burnt with bitter tears
Perfumes and dreams dwindling in smoke
In the consummation of my deepest fears...
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a haiku
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Torn page held tight in his dirty hand
The little boy runs, his eyes intent
Panting with eager delight in his plan.
Until at last, strength almost ..
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I had a lot of fun writing this alliterative abecedarius, which was inspired by the picture - by lxzp at Photobucket.
Like many greek gods and god..
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A poem written shortly after a painful break up - my ex changed suddenly, spoke to me less and less and eventually refused to speak to me at all. This..
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The wind
The wild and terrible wind!
Alone with my ghosts in the darkness,
Alone with the wind that rips music from my harpstrings.
My heart,
L..
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I walk in sunshine, yet clouds still dog my feet
My hopes are still tinged by the residue of old pain.
Endlessly in my mind fantasies of healing rep..
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