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Faded – DP (2)

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Those silhouettes in the frame are faded now,

nearly out of sight.

Only a mixture of greys today,

where once they were black and white.

The necklace you wore on your wedding day,

just a pile of pearls.

I remember it hung round your tiny neck,

catching in your curls.

I see your handwriting on paper,

but can’t hear a voice anymore.

Listening to your favourite opera,

while focussed on keeping score.

Your fading out of my life dear,

while I’m trying to hold on tight.

Please visit with a small reminder,

come into my dreams tonight.

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Daily Prompt – Faded

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Faded – DP

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The light of the day is fading,

cows are coming into rest.

Leaves on trees now withering,

Autumns done it’s best.

Music passes from a distant car,

dwindling into the night.

I watch it as it drives away,

then it’s finally out of sight.

My memories have faded now,

growing fainter by the day.

One day I suppose they’ll vanish,

simply by melting away.

My hair has lost its colour now,

my eyesights getting dim.

There’s roundness to my body,

where I used to be so slim.

The skin on my face is looser,

hands once strong are weak.

Not many an afternoon now,

where I won’t be found asleep.

Time has come to just fade away,

leave this world to the young.

I think of you, our memories,

back to where our love begun.

You are still so clear in my mind,

I still dream of you each night.

Each moment we spent together,

every one such a delight.

Pondering on these thoughts of you,

I can really feel you near.

My heart makes a little flutter,

as you are so very dear.

Now I see you walking up the steps,

you’re holding out your hand.

I know you’ve come to escort me,

to those eternal summer lands.

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Response to The Daily Prompt – Faded

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Sated- DP

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No my dear, that’s quite enough,

I’m fully satisfied.

Yes I did have  second helpings,

I gave it another try.

I couldn’t get another thing down,

yes, that was plenty.

No, I can assure you dear,

my stomach is far from empty.

I am well and truly sated,

I couldn’t face anything else.

Please don’t feed me any more,

that was just fine by itself.

No, I couldn’t possibly face,

any more cheese and crackers.

I don’t think I’ll eat for a week,

I’m definitely  not a slacker.

I’m starting to get a little concerned,

I’ve eaten too much of this stuff.

I can honestly assure you dear,

I really have had enough.

Is there another motive here,

like something in the food.

No I’m really not joking,

nor would I want to be rude

I think your trying to choke me,

please pass me the red wine.

I just need to rinse my mouth out,

it surely must be home time.

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Response to The Daily Prompt – Sated

Happy Thanks Giving Holiday to my American Followers.  Hope you’ve had your fill 😉

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Time

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We’re told time is of the essence, a fact the whole world knows.

We read the time the same old way, as those days so long ago.

Time’s still measured by the hour, which is sixty minutes long.

Once the hands go round the clock, you know your hour’s gone.

Time here on earth has great control, as it measures everything.

From the minute the bank opens, to how long he might be king.

It can be seen in days and years, a number we spend on the earth.

Counted up on that final day, since the very moment of our birth.

They say that time is all we have and one day it will be to late.

As time runs out on earth too quick, each of us have this fate.

Just a blink and the day has gone, I really don’t know where it goes.

Time is quite extraordinary, in that it always seams to go.

But what if time is all made up, just an idea made of man.

What if there was no such thing, since all of life began.

What if it all happens now, or maybe in some parallel.

From birth and through to dying, honestly who could tell.

What if we turn off the clocks, or simply turn them back.

Would the world stop spinning, would that be the end of that.

What if we just thought of now, for us to get things done.

With no time to worry us, would it be so much more fun.

What if we could travel back, or forward just the same.

Make amends and put things right, even wipe out any pain.

If everything just happens now, and not in some place else .

Wouldn’t now just be space, to make the most of ourselves.

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Chaotic -DP

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It was more than a little chaotic,

but I wasn’t going to fail.

I’ve done that post-a-day so long,

I would certainly prevail.

So at ten minutes to midnight,

yes, chaotic was the word.

I was trying to be philosophical,

which is totally absurd.

But I got there at the last minute,

I hope that  you’ll agree.

Or at least pretend your happy,

to see that post from me 😉

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In response to the Daily Prompt – Chaotic

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Anticipation – DP

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Dearest universe, could you please oblige,

and help me find my way.

I find inspiration comes into my head,

but nothing really stays.

I want to apply myself and be worthwhile,

try to do some good.

I’d love to write about love and kindness,

I’m also told I should.

But that’s a dream and a hobby too,

not how I will live each day.

I want to work with what I love,

but also something that pays.

I like to create and I like to inspire,

I like to help people recover.

I understand trauma and listen too,

I’m a bit of an earth mother.

Can you direct me to where I should be,

send me on my way.

In anticipation, with kindest regards,

oh, please don’t you delay.

 

via Daily Prompt: Anticipation

Elicit – DP

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I tried so hard to elicit his interest,

I really went out of my way.

My dream you see was all so clear,

I wanted him to stay.

With painted my lips I flashed a smile,

but that never worked.

I think he thought my sexy smile,

was just a childish smirk.

I leaned in close with perfume on,

drifting under his nose.

He just opened the window

that I’d made sure was closed.

I spoke about the arts you see,

hoped he’d think me cultured.

But I made a grand faux par,

that left the boy in ruptures.

Well if I wanted a reaction,

I think I’d  certainly got one back.

I tried so hard to elicit the interest,

of that wonderful boy named Jack.

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Response to Daily Prompt Word – Elicit

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The Energy of Art

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I read my favourite poem aloud,

I read it from the book.

Traced my hand across the words,

I didn’t need to look.

I see my painting on my wall,

she looks back at me.

The woman in the painting,

so real it’s as if she can see.

Then the book beside my bed,

I’ve read so many times.

I wonder why I read it again,

I know the ending lines.

The photos of my family,

smile out from every shelf.

Reminding me I’ll be okay,

never just here by myself.

These items carry energy,

more than just from a tree.

The energies so powerful,

for the joy it brings to me.

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Rosemary

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I used to rub it on my lamb, 

but then I gave up meat.

Although I still like rosemary, 

it makes a dish a treat.

I sprinkle on potatoes, 

as they are roasting in the pan.

I grow it on the window ledge, 

and pick it wild when I can.

I love the purple flowers, 

I’ve been known to eat them too.

Oh, sweet aromatic rosemary, 

what would we do without you.

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~ fun response to The Daily Prompt word – Aromatic  

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Aromatic – DP

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I halted at the Basil plants,

at the local store today.

One moment I was standing there,

then somewhere far away.

I was back in our small kitchen,

that basil’s with me too.

It’s so funny how the smell of it,

leads me straight to you.

The aroma of the kitchen stays,

reminds me of my youth.

Of the dishes you prepared with it,

homemade that’s the truth.

Bruschetta with ripe tomatoes,

oil with basil chopped on top.

The thick pesto, green and fragrant,

we had to eat the lot.

Sprinkled on the crispy pizzas,

dressing each and every dish.

For you to come back to the kitchen,

would be my only wish.

So I bought the aromatic plant,

and I put it up on the sill.

As I breath it in each morning,

I’ll pretend your with me still.

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Response to the Daily Prompt word – Aromatic

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