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Elisabeth Meyer May 2020
We all just long for peace at heart
And for life to allow us a restart
With gazing eyes we start dreaming
Reminiscing times when our cheeks were beaming

The weather outside is a distinct drizzle
Making the world appear like a single grizzle
And you just stand there waiting
Because nothing else seems to be more fascinating

Than the rain drops and their continuous sounds
That just makes you feel so inexplicably profound
And you breath deeply through this moment
Thinking about nothing less but gods dethronement
The eyeshadows
Of her favorite color palette
Were every bit as neoteric
As they were triturated
--broken to pieces
Inside a mailer
Without bubble wrap
Based on a true story.

BLT's new challenge- to write a poem using the Merriam- Webster word of the day, neoteric.
Elisabeth Meyer May 2020
I am still waiting for a day
Where I get a flower bouquet
We drive around top down
On our way downtown

The cars speakers screaming
Leading us to even more dreaming
And I turn my head around
Thinking you must have me confound

Yet here we are
Wishing I could put this in my memory jar
Yearning this moment lasts forever
Though it is not what we endeavour

In a life that just continues to pass
Like we are all trapped in a big hourglass
All those cheerished moments
Are just added up components
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