lives lived here, confined,
have long since faded with time,
leaving peeling walls.
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Poem ©2016 V. del Casal All Rights Reserved
lives lived here, confined,
have long since faded with time,
leaving peeling walls.
Photo ©2015 V. del Casal All Rights Reserved
Poem ©2016 V. del Casal All Rights Reserved
Lens glued to my eye,
an hour becomes minutes.
Poem in a snap.
Posted for the Daily Prompt: The Zone
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Passing through locked gates,
casting shadows as it lights,
Evening shimmers.
Posted for the Daily Prompt: Journey
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Once, I thought the desert barren,
a lifeless, stagnant place
of no particular beauty or worth,
but as the years roll by,
and I, too, approach a desert
solely mine,
I find, to my delight, an oasis
of bittersweet contradictions:
life in constant motion,
whose sandy floor bears footprints
just as easily erased
as they were stamped on my soul
by eager visitors.
Posted for NaPoWriMo
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Fog swallowed the road,
shrouding in opaque cerecloth
the only way out,
and the visitors panicked
while the locals visited.
Posted for the A-Z Challenge: O and NaPoWriMo
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