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Oct 2016 Sam Winter

Marks

Oct 2016 Sam Winter

Francesca

Marks

You ruined me
And I thought I could never be whole again
So after months of wallowing in self pity
I learnt how to pick up the pieces
Put them in a nearly perfect order
And carry on with my life
Almost as if you never left a mark.

But you did leave a mark
It may be faded
But it's there and if you look closely enough
You can see it
Peaking out as if it was sick of being suppressed
Well I am sick of suppressing it.

That mark will stay with me forever
I can only hope
That the connotations of said mark
Will change, from feelings of anger
To feelings of empty nostalgia
Recognizing your presence in my life
But not missing it.

Oct 2016 Sam Winter

The Little Card

Oct 2016 Sam Winter

Tryst

The Little Card

I stalked along an endless maze
Of hallways, grim and green,
Where sterile wards of curtained bays
Masked sickness with a screen.
The coloured lines upon the floor
Served as my silent guide,
And led me to a torture room
Where nightmares preyed inside.

Upon a crisply cornered bed
With sheets up to your chest,
A knot of vein-pumped fluids fed
To keep your heart from rest;
Your eyes were closed and peaceful,
And all pain gone from your brow.
You've never looked more beautiful
Than how you do right now.

I fiddled with the little card
You gifted when we met,
Not knowing then 't would too hard,
Wishing I could forget
A promise made in youthful bliss
When plans were bold and grand,
And giving you one farewell kiss
I let go of your hand.

I never asked to know her name
But if we ever met
I'm sure I'd know her all the same
And still would not regret
The day that life was cruel to us
And tore our world apart,
Yet granted life to her because
You gifted her your heart.

#pcoctober2016thegiftoflife

Oct 2016 Sam Winter

mallet byebyes

Oct 2016 Sam Winter

Prabhu Iyer

mallet byebyes

So time to and move on and goodbye.
Like the strangers we were
in all the time we sojourn together.

unemotional be
for all it is a wistless life,
aeon in aeon:
meetings and partings

****** be the vogue,
mallet-smash the mirrors
them in the halls of
spirited dreams

barefooted walk on those shards then
red be they tinged, **** if they do
for there is a pleasure in this pain

always like this, rivers that rise
high up in the hills, swelling in the rain
die dry in the heartless dunes

and a piper sounds out the songs
caravans on horizon
that them streams carried
here into their graves

for deep somewhere
subterranean buried
lies a clothed casket
broken heart, sunken dream

so let us move on. you, on,
and I, to my dance
to each their own.

Oct 2016 Sam Winter

The Old Apple Tree

Oct 2016 Sam Winter

lynn karen

The Old Apple Tree

I remember the old tree with apples galore
Which lived in our garden right near the back door
His branches were twisty with all sorts of knots
With fruit to feed many, from a time once forgot!

He looked really posh with his head in the air
And he was my friend and long hours we did share
Up high in his branches where birds sometimes flew
In a make believe kingdom where dreams did come true!

When needing escape from the trivia’s of school
I’d climb high in his branches and wept like a fool
I’d tell him my downfalls and he’d lend me his ear
Then he’d rock me so gently, and away went all fear!

The old house we lived in was too old for repair
Then an order was served, to evict us from there
In the garden of my childhood where things came to pass
Mere mortal and nature,with a fondness to last!

So I’ll remember the old tree with apples galore
Whom lived in our garden right near a back door
There was more to the old tree than apples or wood
His branches held comfort, and his heart had much love!

© by LynnKaren