Water

Water 
The current like time
Always flowing without fail
Smooths a jagged stone.
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This post was inspired by the Writing 201 (Day 1) Prompt: Water, Haiku, Simile
Theme: Water
Style: Haiku (definitely not one of my favorites).
Technique: Simile
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Photo Source: Jess Gibbs from JessGibbsPhotography

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Center Stage

Center Stage

The road that I traveled was troubled and long
Each turn that I took could have been terribly wrong
But somehow I managed
To not get too damaged
And I found my way the end of that song.

Now the sun’s shining down as I stand under my bonnet
It’s greening the grass as I look upon it
My heart all a flutter
My voice in a stutter
Reciting my journey; words captured in sonnet.

I’m telling my story for the whole world to hear
I’m facing the crowd despite of my fear
As I finish the rhyme
I’m suspended in time
My soul lifted high by the sound of their cheer.

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Idle Music

Idle Music

Tapping, snapping, closed fist knuckles rapping,
playing out the tune thats stuck up in your head.
In the car, barely moving,
your thumbs are thumping the steering wheel instead.

Idle moments filled with sound
by busy digits thinking when your not.
Strumming, drumming, when life’s not forthcoming,
making music on the spot.

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Getting There

Getting There

Nothing worthwhile is ever easy
And time is what it takes to get there.
Up and down and around the circle
With a few reminders that life’s not fair.

We stop and stare and wonder why
With a little ache deep down inside
Then we push forward, come rain or fear
If we fail, then at least we know we tried.

Sleepless nights lost in thought
And candle-lit days with both ends burning.
If we press on and do what’s right
We approach what our heart is yearning.

It is the sweet promise of getting there
That keeps things moving steadily along.
One foot in front of the other now,
The goal is in sight, it won’t be long.

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Valentines Day

Valentines Day

It’s all sediment and rocks and driftwood
in the flow of life.
Some things sink to the bottom and settle
Others tumble and collide
and get stuck and break free.
Sometimes I’m outside myself
watching and waiting.
I’m standing on the riverbank.
A longing to be one with the flow
swells and subsides.
I am still that girl.
Am I still that girl?
For all my hopelessness I’m still hopeful
that spring will thaw the ice in my heart,
so that I can embrace this day.
and appreciate it for what it was meant for.
So that I can get unstuck and break free
and just ride that feeling to where it leads me.

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A week behind us now
and all but forgotten.
But not my sentiment.
No
I’ve got a lingering need
to witness some persistence.
The Wizard behind the curtain
Still working the levers and knobs.
A day after
A week after
Years and years and years after.
It may or may not be magic
But that does not matter
As long as you can still feel it.

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I’ve never tried to explain a poem before with another poem, but I guess that is how this one worked out. 🙂

Peace and Love,
ShySpark

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The Box

The Box

Oh the tragedy of my broken heart.
The space inside it more empty from the pouring.
All the love and affection I ever felt for you
All the gazing into eyes adoring.

All packed neatly now into a single box.
I wonder.. can a broken heart break even more?
Asked and answered, yes, with tears
As I lay the box at your feet inside your door.

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Laps

Laps

Whatever I had, it was lost in the laps.
Whatever words were there once, were left in the gaps.
As I knew that it would be, In a flash it was gone,
Replaced by the next thing, in a splash we’d moved on.
If I’m sure of one thing, it’s the truth in my head,
I’m as sure about that as the words that you said.
Questions asked and answered, drilling into the deep.
What’s below the surface, what secrets we keep.
Uncovering, discovering, no stone left unturned.
Until all of the truths of the heart have been learned.
Another lap around and the words have all gone.
Now it’s just the truth in my head, and time to move on.

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