Reblog – With a Smile by Mich

Haven’t we all been here one time or maybe more? Even in heartbreak there is hope.

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I.

I never felt
how broken
i was

Until

I saw
your foot prints
leaving me
in agony
in hurt
in pain

And in longing

Until then

You remain
my beautiful
poetry

II.

And if
you find
your way
back

I will be right
where you left me

In the shadow of
my life
with every
word i write

III.

Up and until then

I will love you
in the silence
of my heart

In every breath
I take
and
every word
i write

Until then I will wait, with love, with admiration and with a smile.

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In response to the challenge “What do you see” by Sadjie
What do you see # 20- March 9, 2020
I read somewhere that if you leave someone at least tell them why, because what’s more painful than being abandoned; is knowing your not worth an explaination.

Whatever the situation of leaving maybe a…

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Pieces Of Me

all we consist of
resides in our progeny
a creation from two bloodlines
our biology dictating
the continuation of self
a birthing watered down
or a carbon copy ensues
the hair, the eyes
the frame and more
resemblance gives credence
to which clan it belongs

parents, the ones who care
give even more of themselves
sometimes, to the brink of thresholds
from where there is no return
all for the sake of the child
spawn filled to capacity
with the best of who the creators and mentors are
remedying the worst in themselves
while simultaneously cleansing
their seed of poor judgment
every ounce of care given
is preparation
for the next generation
before again passing
the cycle of life torch
some might say ad nauseam

Where I’ve Never Been

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my curiosity
is my guide
taking me
on a path of discovery

searching out something
for the first time
walking where others
have trodden a million times

i realize just how much
there is to learn
awe comes naturally
and inspiration invites me

exploration becomes a must
quizzical fascination
part of my essence
the unknown begs me to seek it

i will always ask why to understand more. i am a seeker of truths.

Hansel & Gretel – Part 2

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Image credit- Pixabay- ArtTower

Inspired by VJs Weekly Challenge #97 – Risk.Reward, Sadje’s What do you see #31 &
Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Renewal 

the light
promises safe haven
but Grimm tales
suggest otherwise

pondering
the risk/reward
of this tempting
refuge

would this be
renewal or our demise
choices, choices
let’s make the best one

 

#Whatdoyousee

Reblog – Gradations of reality by Sadje

Sadje shares multiple truths in this piece. Enjoy! 🙂

Keep it alive

Argue all you want, you cannot argue against reality

There are shades and hues of it, all true

Sometimes there is a preview available, but often

It strikes us unaware and catches us unprepared

If we mistake one angle of the story for absolute truth

We often lose our focus away from the real picture

The gradations of real life have to be watched as a whole

My world needs me to be aware of every nuance

The danger of living in the valley of make-believe

Can take me away from the advantage point

Ending up as a loser instead of being on the top

In response to the following prompts;

YDWP;

Gradation

3TC;

Argue, Danger, Mistake

FOWC;

Preview

Discover prompt;

Focus

Word of the day Challenge;

Valley

Tuesday Writing Prompt;

My world

#Keepitalive

#YDWP

#3TC

#FOWC

#TuesdayWritingPrompt

#DailyPrompts

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Reblog – Between us both we made it whole by Candice Louisa Daquin

This is one of my favorites of my dear friend, Candice! Here’s to it gripping you to your core. 🙂

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Lean in, listen, I will only say it once

the shame, prevents a repeat

I must learn, not to be the person I have

my love, I’m not the girl you think I am

I don’t know where she went

I just stepped out for a moment & everything was gone

she might have gotten old, lost her way

that’s what happened when you keep

getting in the way of yourself

i’ve been waiting years for the sun to rise

remember how I used to be such a good dancer?

it was the tempo we inherited in each others grace

we turned like sundials who responded to moonlight

it hurts to think of those times

your hands entwined in mine like forest branches

creating crowns from winter flowers

piano keys winding down, ebony and ivory shivering

as opposites tripping velvet usher of hope

connection is such a rare place to…

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