Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
her remorse glimmers gray and pale
a graveyard penance for lost times
tattered like a ghostly veil
the lover pines
she bows her head
fragments cut like a crown of thorns
still she holds the memory of the dead
the lover mourns
I gave it my best effort but I couldn’t get “folk” to fit. Oh well. Thanks for the inspiration Brenda.
Here’s the Sunday Wordle words: dead pines penance mourns folk glimmer graveyard remorse ghostly fragments lover shadowy
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blown by a fierce wind
the wishes ascend and dance
a stalk left bereft
excluded and withering
as new golden life springs forth
Thanks to the following for the inspiration:
at first blush hopeful
till the bruise stains the bounty
the blossom endures
Rory McEwen (British, 1932-1982)
I recently visited an exhibit of Rory McEwen’s paintings and I was blown away. His work is magnificent. I was really caught off guard by how much emotion a flower or a leaf or an onion (!) could convey. If you ever have the chance to see his work, take it! When I read today’s SoCS prompt word (BLUSH), I immediately thought of him.
watching the days pass
spring, summer, fall, without you
a new year begins
and one more month races by
relentless and unyielding
thanks to JusJoJan for this chance to mark a sad anniversary.
Falling
Sweet Lullabies
And a Good Night Moon
Falling
Fast Cars and Slow Songs
Morning’s Light
Falling
Looking Ahead from Behind
Caught In Quicksand
Falling
Moon Beams and Starshine
A Path Illuminated
Falling
Dot Dot Dashing By
Slow Down
Falling
Jagged Edges
Cutting Deep
I know I’m late to this challenge but I was feeling inspired. Thanks to Dverse Poets Quadrille Monday!
