Tag Archive: fear

Then and now

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It was 1972 and I lived 20 miles outside a college town. There were miles of tall forest — until a cluster of homes appeared out of nowhere.   My house looked a lot… Continue reading

Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge # 28 – LAUGH & CRY

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With Colleen’s challenge, you can do haiku, tanka or haibun.  I’m not enthralled with haibun and find myself yawning half way through reading it.   On Monday, I like the Ronovan Writes haiku… Continue reading

Monster Meet and Greet Mash Invitation

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Monster Meet and Greet Mash October 28, 2015 kayuk: Please join me at the Monster Meet And Greet Mash over a yadadarcyyada where you can participate in a Halloween Blog Party! Check it out,… Continue reading

Spectre

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Where am I going and where have I been? What am I doing and how have I seen the path that I traveled, and what have I done to give others hope who believed they had none? . Bending… Continue reading

The trouble with dreams

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  Water, always the water pouring past my feet… drowning in seas of mud or caught in a tsunami’s grasp. . Lost, always…endless…searching, straying far from home,  languishing amid trees, as the road… Continue reading

Moss and Life

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Moss covers a tree as sentimentality colors perspective. . Lost in a forest, white with fear, reddened with tears, Moss grows where it’s moist.

Poetry War–Ancient demons

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The stillness of night once held ears hostage to aural fears. . Fan in the window, computer running, doesn’t mask our fright. . Modern solutions cannot erase our ancient demons.

Poetry War – Fighting Depression

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Fighting Depression Life has been so kind to me for many a long year, so why is it normal now to feel an inch from tears? All it takes sometimes is just a frown across a… Continue reading

The Wearied Mind

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  So many songs that I have not finished like friendships I’ve started and left behind. Someplace inside me where melodies faded the words I have spoken are troubling my mind.  ….. No… Continue reading

The end of a rough night

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Last night was rough. If it wasn’t the dog breathing in my face,or the pain radiating everywhere, it was the dream of being a small child hunted down by assassins. The crowd surrounding… Continue reading