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Forage – Weekend Writing Prompt #204

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In the spring of April

On a Sunday afternoon

Bathed in petrichor

After the clouds had emptied themselves

In the wordless language

Of souls blooming

In a timeless forage

To find belonging

The world seemed perfect

Resplendently refreshed

In the golden flush

Of the sun after the rain

And she soaked in the moment

Reclined in a rocking chair

Frail hands wrapped

Around a warm cup of cocoa

While the orphan boy

She had often fed

Told her of his new home

I really like the keyword for this weekend’s prompt and this is how the words flowed for me. Thanks SammiCox and happy Sunday everyone.✨

Open Wounds

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Chipped fingernails
Polished in coats of blue
Hooked under healing scabs
Picking wounds
Better left alone
Until the protective layers
Fall away
Reopening trauma;
The night his gentle hands
Morphed into a beast’s
Full of primal rage
Crudely choking her trust
Frissons of palpable terror
Left behind
And as if nothing had happened
The morning after
His kisses erased her fear
Cushioning her pain
In velvety petals
The color of her bruises
That he paid a pretty penny for
And all she could do
Was pluck at the memories
Fingers pierced on its barbs
Tearing open the scabs;
Destructive habits
That left her
In a perpetual state
Of hating her scars
And herself

Finding A New Home

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For how long
Will I keep looking back?
Neck straining
Chin stabbing stubbornly
Into the dip of my clavicle
To keep that elusive ingress;
A lambent cocoon
That once held my body
In sight

My mind had found its idyll
Beneath lavender skies and pastel clouds
Where the sun had talked with me
Through jasmine mists
Flowers pressing bashful kisses
Against my ankles
While I picked words like persimmons
In abundance from the gardens
Hedging the brook
That rushed in pellucid streams;
An era of mellifluous equilibrium

I know there is no point
In being so stiff-necked
When I still pocket the seeds
From which a similar halcyon
Could germinate
Yet all around me
Is this dried earth
Infertile paths
That can offer nothing more
Than a mossy grove
To nurture my thoughts

A Proper Goodbye

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You will find me
In shreds of pencil shavings
Skin smudged
In the clumsy graphite
Of uncertain prose
Rewritten over and over
Until I can taste its dust –
Like charcoal –
In my mouth
Prickling down my throat
To cluster within my veins
Rushing with anxious vanity
To write one final piece
In the fashion
Of a proper goodbye
To these last few pages
Marking the end
Of another precious journal—

Another fragment of me.

With Eyes Wide Shut

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Reclusive minds 
Joined together 
Sheltered within twin coves – 
Eyes fashioned  
In the delicacy of stained glass 
To embellish the world in reflections  
Of a sun-drenched halcyon  
Wrought from desperation 
That bends and fractures 
Bleeding through  
With a raw, unrelenting light 
Burning
At their thin pupils 
Irises fogged  
Against the true colors  
Of the world 
So they remain 
Doggedly blind  
To preserve the fragile vestiges 
Of their broken sanity  

A Poetic Ramble

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My words have gone —

Lost

In the roil and roar

Of the tide

Chasing mirth

At the bare ankles

Of sandy feet

Strolling the shoreline

Where my thoughts

Have scampered away

On thin, sprightly legs

Into a sapphire oblivion

Without looking back

Leaving me behind

To mindlessly ponder

The exact moment

A small rip

Appeared in my leggings…

I visited an island with my friend and at the end of the day, while we sat watching the waves, I noticed a tiny tear in my favorite leggings 😥

Yonder – Weekend Writing Prompt #202

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Yonder
The Caribbean blue
Uncharted waters
Ripple with the ambitions
Of a lone sailor
To find rumored treasures
Buried on verdant isles

Bottled messages
Wash ashore
The burgeoning tide
Reflecting indulgent ambers
Of a summer sun
Where children find
Flotsam
Of his unrealized dreams

Another weekend writing prompt completed! Thanks to SammiCox for thinking of such a fun challenge to keep our writerly muscles flexing 😅 Happy Sunday! ✨

Where Hope Is

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Won’t you 
Lift your head, dear one?  
Gravity hangs  
Your porcelain neck 
In chains 
Dooming your dreams 
To be stomped out 
Crushed petals   
On the gunmetal pavement 
 
When did it all go wrong 
That you flinch  
At even the gentlest sound 
And recoil from a helping hand; 
Lacquered eyes glaring warily 
Through the thicket  
Of your lashes 
 
Rainbows have come and gone 
In the spaces  
Of every cosmic breath 
Vestiges left behind 
In the ubiquity of stars 
For your gaze 
To acknowledge its promise 
That your anguish 
Will soon be a forgotten whisper 
On the last winds of winter 
 
So won’t you 
Lift your head, dear one?  
For hope does not dwell 
Beneath your feet.

Orbit – Weekend Writing Prompt #201

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In orbit…
Of dandelion smiles
And winks of marigold
Magic dances
In the opalescent shimmer
Of a butterfly’s wings
Unfurling nostalgic zephyrs

Childhood memories
Sparkle from the dewy grass blades
Where we once played
Cupping fireflies
Within our sweaty palms
Full of starlight wishes
Blazing effervescent
With our juvenile glee

I really loved the word choice for this weekend’s challenge. Made me think of magic and light-hearted things. Thanks SammiCox for another word prompt! It keeps my writing practice alive!

Happy Sunday everyone! ☀️