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When the Door Closes

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patience

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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Water Flowing Over Rocks

Crystal clear waters
blur when flowing over rocks.
Clarity downstream.

 

Posted in response to the Weekly Photo Challenge: Blur and NaPoWriMo
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Sometimes dreams burn to embers,
and, mourning, convictions scatter
like ashes blasted by the wind.
When the fire’s fizzled, though,
and the burn salved,
a tiny bud emerges from the gray,
not quite new
not as fresh
but there –
there! –
nonetheless.

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Only Then

Perhaps life isn’t so straightforward
and plans change or changed for you
but you’re nudged nonetheless towards
something nameless but necessary
and so you follow, sometimes willingly,
or perhaps not, and if so
life will always return you to this fated place
until all the fruit’s picked
and the field grows fallow and only then can you
leave for other spaces.

Posted in Response to the Daily Prompt: Places
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Towering Mountains

Monoliths tower
but even mountains crumble.
One grain at a time.

Even Mountains Crumble

 

**Look very closely at the top photograph (towards the middle)…that’s right, it’s a photographer and his subject making use of the colorful backdrop that is Artists Palette. Talk about towering mountains! 🙂

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Study in Glass

Sands bathed by fire
flow like teardrops for a time;
patience forms a vase.

 

Posted for the Writing 201 (Poetry), day 1 prompt: Water…I know I know, my poem and the prompt don’t (at first glance) fit, but I glimpsed a vase with cascading lines, and my mind wouldn’t shut off. I just hope tomorrow’s word isn’t glass!

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Trilling Softly

Water wore down the
stone, trilling softly decades
long – a feat hard-won.

 

Posted in Response to the Daily Prompt: Sounds Right
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