Only a metre of ribbon
Stretched out in the next yard
Inch worms on each centimetre
Measuring the spinning yarn
Persephone protected by Demeter
Kept from the evil litres theatre
Culture divide so vivid
Still no call to be #livid

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The stone was cold to touch, your name on it almost illegible after all those years.
Carefully I removed the moss and gently followed the carved lines with my fingertips.
If all went to plan, I would finally be able to touch your face again instead of this lifeless rock.
I took a deep breath.
It was finally time to wake you from your eternal #slumber.

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When the last shadows fell, I could hear them. The #whispers of those, who got lost this forest.
Their echoes danced between the uncaring tree trunks, trying to lure their next victim off the safe path.
There. Suddenly the voices rose to a deafening crescendo, before dying away, leaving only eerie silence behind.
I sighed and got up slowly.
There was #work to do.

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I have borrowed words from you,
because my own weren't enough to tell you all you needed to know.
But they got mixed up, a fallen stack of index cards hastily shuffled together again, coming out all in the wrong order and I have no words left to make the hurt go away.

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#Poetry #DarkPoetry #SmallPoems #FromOneLine

you became my poetry and I became your grave
rhythmic refrain dying in morendo melody
storm breath of veiled verse entombed forever
dark weeds rent in anguished howl
silent lament
buried
you became my poetry and I consumed you

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#Poetry #SmallPoems #FromOneLine

they danced with such abandon
time erased in moment's breath
Spring bloom gave way to Summer's bliss
Autumn banns to Winter's kiss
December blazed white with holy glory
but January would tell a different story . . .

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They danced with such abandon
Couple crossed the cosmic threshold

Totentanz was the name of that tune
Give and take for bodies to enfold

I hope the next four four time foray
Will arouse a joy in motion boon

January would tell a different story

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I know it's not a Friday... but it's time for a two line challenge from FromOneLine, as we head From One Year To Another!

☆ #FromOneLine End of Year Challenge ☆

Where can we go with just TWO connecting #prompt lines?

☆ START your poem/vss with the opening line:

They danced with such abandon...

☆ END your poem/vss with the closing line:

...January would tell a different story

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Storms roamed the sky
'Twas the Hunt, passing by
Was what Ma said, in tone of dread
And sent us quickly off to bed

Flashes seen from 'neath the cover
Screams we heard from our dear mother
And when we dared once more to look
We knew not where our Ma was took

She liked her coffee sweet
She took her bourbon neat
Felt fat and sassy in a dream
Invested fully in the scheme

Finances then turned grave
Lucky to be living in a cave
Hustled friends no longer nice
The world was made of ice

#FromOneLine 268 #vss365 cave

She liked her coffee sweet
She liked her music with a beat
She liked quiet
long walks in nature
and fine wine
She liked long long starry nights
She liked morning’s first light
She liked rivers
sad songs white lilies
and red skates when
the world was made of ice🪶

#FromOneLine 268 #poems #lyrics #shepoetry

Tomorrow

Is it tomorrow yet
or did we miss it
Were we talking about something
unimportant as it crept past
If we’re in today
maybe tomorrow’s still coming through
If we stay awake
we might be witness to its hopeful dawning
If tomorrow’s somehow already gone
what happens to our longing?

#FromOneLine 267 #poem

Storms roamed the sky now
Perpetual wax off. Wane.
Wax on. Uncertain.

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#vss365 uncertain
#HaikuChallenge wax
#craiyon

Storms roamed the sky now
Perpetual wax off. Wane.
Wax on. Uncertain.

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#vss365 uncertain
#HaikuChallenge wax
#craiyon

Storms roamed the sky as I roamed the land, searching for you.

My sweet little heart, my other half - you run at the first claps of thundered argument, hidden away from the sudden illumination of lighting-fast disagreement.

I remain monsooned, #uncertain.

#FromOneLine #vss365

Storms roamed the sky as I roamed the land, searching for you.

My sweet little heart, my other half - you run at the first claps of thundered argument, hidden away from the sudden illumination of lighting-fast disagreement.

I remain monsooned, #uncertain.

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They navigated by touch in silence, communicating with each fingertip placed just so. No words were needed nor uttered across inquisitive lips, only shared breath.

No fear, no worry, because both were certain of only one thing: This was no mistake.

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Old bones hold memory
of times gone and lives past,
whispering secrets to each other.
You can hear them if all is silent.

But be careful.
You might not like what they tell you.
For the truth can be a cruel one
and they have forgotten the meaning of mercy.

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The way back was lost.
We've followed a #pale moon to the #east.
I don't know when it happened, but suddenly there was a second moon, mirroring the first and the sky started to weep #blood.
We didn't know where to go anymore.
For the way back was lost.

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If anyone had been watching, they would have known what had happened that fateful night out by the docks.
About the heated argument, turning into pushing and shoving.

Splash.

I'm sure, I destroyed all of the evidence of us ever meeting.
But I found it in my pocket.

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