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Feb 2020 ymmiJ

Mildly put

Feb 2020 ymmiJ

Khoisan

Mildly put

It's an absolute miracle
as soon as hate subsides
how love conquers all

#senryu

Feb 2020 ymmiJ

Writing Room.

Feb 2020 ymmiJ

Anna

Writing Room.

willow trees lightly touch against the outer panes

perhaps in angst of seeing scattered leaves

within the study.

the room is muddy, hosting burnt auburn couches

and rust settees,

chestnut book casings, and warm amber

figurines.

the forest inside is a colorful fall, but the book spines stay frozen

unlike the oaks ******* outside

shrubs within find home in terracotta

outside the vines dip their toes in soil

and the master pens and pines inside the spines of

ancient trees, while the willows outside

stand watching, tapping their fingers

asking to grow inside.

a simple writing prompt, asking us to describe our ideal writing room.

Feb 2020 ymmiJ

dusty and lonely

Feb 2020 ymmiJ

will

dusty and lonely

a dusty room
filled with sorrow
old interests now hallow

boxes all piled up
silent as an old tomb
the abandoned backroom

once golden shining rings
you can see the grimy buildup
on the items you tried to cover up

in the corner sits a broken violin
for the music that once flew on wings
that old case is full of wood and strings

Poetry prompt 101: Dusty Musical Instruments.

I ended up doing an abandoned room of sorts. It's kind of like that corner of my mind that I shoved everything I once loved into because I felt like I wasn't good enough at it.

#music #interests #abandoned #old #thoughts

Feb 2020 ymmiJ

No

Feb 2020 ymmiJ

Anne Curtin

No

No poetry today.
No words for the despair.
No calming the fears.
No poetry today.

#nothing #vs #everything

Feb 2020 ymmiJ

Shadows on the Wall

Feb 2020 ymmiJ

Jena T

Shadows on the Wall

Do you think a shadow knows?
That it's just a shadow?
Given form by some matter and light?
I doubt so, but what do I know?
Perhaps the shadow is real,
And I'm the one who doesn't see,
The illusion of life lying to me,
Making me another shadow dancing on the wall, thinking I'm free.

Feb 2020 ymmiJ

No Time Waisted

Feb 2020 ymmiJ

Star BG

No Time Waisted

At the dock of my dreams
I sit, WATCHING
morning sun rise.
Watching AS TIDE TAKES mind
away inside quiet time.

I watch as time floats away

No time wasted
no time taken for granted

I sit at dock
WATCHING tide divinely dance.
Watching as breath match waves
and change WAITS clvidid first
in mind then in heart.

I watch as bones rest.
I mediate roaming in a grateful mind

no time waisted
no visions taken for granted.

I sit at dock
no place I’d rather be
after roaming many a mile

I let self simmer into moment
I ready self for change to plant roots
so dreams flower

No time waisted
No reason not to smile.

Inspired by old song Sitting On The dock of bay

#time #dock

Feb 2020 ymmiJ

Mr. Mojo Whispering

Feb 2020 ymmiJ

Mike Hauser

Mr. Mojo Whispering

Keep the lid on the coffin tight
Gay Paree on a hot Summers night
Plans are laid, secrets kept
Mr. Mojo whispering

Call the witness to the stand
The only one left is Pam
Took the secret to the grave
Mr. Mojo whispering

Count out loud now 1, 2, 3
Janice Joplin and 2 Jimmy's
Pay the price to the Bar Keep
Mr. Mojo whispering

The pain he felt, could not accept
Mojo Rising has up and left
Final countdown, Jimmy's free
Mr. Mojo whispering

Learned to rhyme the darkened times
All of it inside his mind
Lived and died his poetry
Mr. Mojo whispering

Jim Morrison-
December 8, 1943, Melbourne, Fl
July 3, 1971, Paris France