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day 30/ at the end

at the end of it all

He felt as he looked out at the sea
Waves coming and going from a distant land of unknown
Feeling the pulse of life
He let it wash over his senses
You’re just like me he silently cried into the air
Engulfed in a rage he took another drink from bitterness.
How could this be happening to him?
How could he forget to live?
How could there be such a cruel loss of his doing?
This was his life to be forgotten
Love was a past that was denied him
He smirked at the thought of it
Shaking his head he realized this was truly his end.
He sighed in the night.
Alone.

red sunset on the Dnieper by Arkhip Ivanovich Kuindzhi
red sunset on the Dnieper by Arkhip Ivanovich Kuindzhi

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day 23/location

in the light of the sun

The sun crashed down on my surroundings
Gleaming off of chrome
Blinded by words echoing light
I turned toward the sky
Seeing pink and red
Closing eyelids I heard the sky and its music
Birds floated far above me
They left me still in the light
To interpret the words of that gleam from chrome

mission beach sunrise  by graham nickson
mission beach sunrise
by graham nickson

museums, Uncategorized, writing

day 22/ optimism/ pessimism

My Glasses

Going down the highway
Seeing the street lights fade in the mirror
I came across a moon that was low in the sky
Days of wonder passed me by
All alone in this the end of my world
I prayed to find my memories……

Always laughing she would stand in the sun
Background of yellow, blue and white
Flashes of orange and pink
Looking toward me
Always smiling
She saw my glasses full of wonderment
She would tell me to follow her
Where? I never knew.

I adjusted my mirror
The moon beckoned the sun to shine
Time for me to keep going
Into what was left of the night
broadway at night
photo by Alvin Langdon Coburn

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day 16/ elegy

had to write an elegy…

A Song of Remembrance

Unexpected sounds drowned out the screaming in her mind
Tales of what was to come cast doubt on her
Leaving her memories to dust
She sang
The wind blew her notes away to a nether
Crying she felt the hand of time coming closer
Calling forth
She sang
Letting it go she saw her end

Image

painting by henry larolle

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day 15/ love and hate

had to write a poem about love and hate. I tried to mix it all into a dark ball of wax.
here goes:
a murderous love
“Tell me a story”, she said looking into his eyes
I have become my story he replied.
Looking into the dark pools of his eyes she found wonder
Fascinating turns of tricks from spirits long gone
She closed her eyes to the dark heavily recessed night
In the background she felt hands slowly holding her
Warmth in drowning.
I will never let you go he said
With a slight smile that she never saw he lifted her into the water.
I will never let you go

red sunset on the Dnieper by Arkhip Ivanovich Kuindzhi
red sunset on the Dnieper by Arkhip Ivanovich Kuindzhi