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Author Archives: ramblingsfromamum
Be Careful My Pretty
chrysalis emerged silken winged exquisiteness eyes that will consume __________________________ Haiku ~ One picture, two Haikus… a challenge amongst friends. Photo Credit: http://images.bidorbuy.co.za/
For my friend across the Seas
Siegen bore a poet with long dark wavy hair a German lass with eyes deep and cavernous and we met here ~ through our love of p o e t r y we commented, shared a smile, encouraged one another and … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Art, friendships, mentor, Miri, Online Writing, poet, Poetry, Siegen, teacher, Writing
6 Comments
Rainbow chips
is the rainbow multi-coloured I see it in your fries you say it’s golden crispy brown I tut tut ~ you lie the temptation to just grab one don’t slap my hand ~ not nice you know there will be … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Word Challenge
Tagged chaos, chips, French fries, Poetry, prose, rainbows, temptation, Writing
4 Comments
Mother Earth
five of us protected, against the ravages of modern time a sixth who follows closely, stepping cautiously behind hiding from the orange sun and blackened ash crept wind the cool rivers that remained, anointing pale and withering skin afraid of … Continue reading
Posted in Imag(in)e, Poetry
Tagged aftermath, atom bomb, couplet, Mushroom cloud, Poetry, radiation, twistedlamb.com, Writing
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I’m not ready
silent at my door, shroud of death there was no knock, you covet the way I breathe, before you crumble, turn to ash wait ~ for I’m not ready for you ~ yet allure me with your charms, my resolve … Continue reading
Posted in Imag(in)e, Poetry
Tagged death, death knocks, delusional, illusions, minds, Poetry, ravens, Writing
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I can take you there
A word challenge amongst friends – two words. The words were Seduction and Paradise 5-7-5 fishnet stockings black red painted lips U-shaped curve fervid seduction skin to skin sublime folded in your arms we sleep paradise is mine
Posted in Poetry, Word Challenge
Tagged fishnet stockings, love, lust, Paradise, Poetry, relationships, seduction, skin to skin, word challenge, Writing
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Stolen love
My innocence was stolen – seized without consent searing of my body let me quell it in cold waters, as now the stairs of life I tread no longer pure – but tainted nothing is the same ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ One photo, … Continue reading
Posted in Imag(in)e, Poetry
Tagged age, innocence taken, Poetry, prose, realtionships, stolen love
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delivered to angels
Bowed down I cradle me hands wrap my soul~my being cover me angels hear me cry sheltered in your womb lead me to my sanctity bring me peace cast the world aside laying in your grace ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ One photo, two … Continue reading
Tortured
gnarled bloodied hands I reach – stop your condemnation eyes that no longer see I’ll blind you mouth that cannot speak I’ll silence you but it is my hand that reaches – that grasps at me begging to be quiet … Continue reading
Posted in Imag(in)e, Poetry
Tagged depression, insecurity, poem, Poetry, sadness, self doubt, troubled
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I’m sorry I’m not perfect
Credit Photo: Favim.com Wind swept through Essie’s hair she sat silently, eyes shut tight in sunday finery she was still visible the voices could still be heard she did not mean to break the cup, it … Continue reading