Meaningless #poetry

petals in the snow

The words sung in a song

conveying 3 minutes of trite

something like

“you looked in my eyes

now its all gone wrong”

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Wish washy

touch of your hand

electricity is spent

replaced with a sign says  “vacant”

over your heart

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words you once said

attached to a laughter

we were writing love’s chapter

pages are dispersed

and driven over

during the evening rush hour

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yes,it all meant something once

the roses, the wine, romance

the moonlight dance

where we promised…

that was before

it all froze in the snow

 

Empty Shell #haiku #art #photography

watering eye

next to my footprint

the empty shell of a hermit crab –
Ah! what a sadness

(c) Chèvrefeuille (2012)

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Devoid of feeling

punished by old dreams

carried on a wave

~L. Moon

Thanks to Kristjaan at Carpe Diem for another installation (part 2) of 3 part Vision Quest challenge where we have 24 hours to respond by writing a haiku. Today’s prompt “Empty Shell.”

Artwork: “Tearing Eye” is a pencil drawing layered on top of a photograph of a wave.

Image © Moondust designs

Nothing #atozchallenge #poetry #photography

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There is a place called “nothing”

devoid of space and time

I guarantee it’s real

Represents a frame of mind

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“Nothing” you might say is empty

Some might say it’s flat

A question merely lingers

“Nothing”- where is that?

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Could nothing be a place

A place where you are not

People point and gawk

For some – it is their lot

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Many say its fiction

Others say it’s fact

Sadly, I have lived there

Never wanting  to go back

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I pulled this poem from my 2010 archives. I tried in the style of Dr. Seuss to use simple rhyme and rhythm to make  astute  and silly observation.

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“It was at that age
that poetry came in search of me.” 
― Pablo Neruda,

Neologism
A newly coined word. Lewis Carroll’s “Jabberwocky” is filled with them, including “slithy” and “gimble.”

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The Empty Space in My Bed #poetry #lyrics

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Its empty

where I lay my head

cold vacancy

left in our bed

where you once laid

an empty space

where there was love

there is no trace

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memories tears

leave my cheeks wet

your  fingers in my hair

I cannot forget

the warmth of you

never to return

all my love letters

you left to burn

**

It’s empty

where I lay my head

cold vacancy

 left in our bed

where you once laid

 an empty space

where there was love

there is no trace

**

what little remains

 in what you’d written

can no longer warm me 

of that I am certain

there’s no heat from us

that I can retain

sadness in these sheets

chills like  empty rain

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It’s empty 

where I lay my head

cold vacancy

 left in our bed

where you once laid

 an empty space

where there was love

there is no trace

Thanks to Ian for the timeless photograph//www.flickr.com/photos/ian_munroe/4059831412/sizes/m/in/photostream/