The soft breeze lifted
an early morning mist
The skies cleared
as the sun appeared
and the earth was kissed
Equal parts of day
shared with the night
who darkens the sky
as we close our eyes
while they fight for the light
A circle of existence
giving life and breath
Yesterday is history
Tomorrow is a mystery
Until we meet our death
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Word Prompts
Equal
Breeze
Mist
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Haiku
Silence comes at last
The sounds of the day long gone
Stillness of the night
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Beneath the dark grey clouds
The brazen sun ignited
Shining its light on the earth
A sight to be delighted
A flock of starlings scattered
Like a carpet shaken with might
A climactic end of day
Exhausting into the night
Colors vivid and dramatic
A wave of madness in the sky
Spiked like a fever
Only the moon knows why
Waiting in the wings
to cool things down
She lays patiently in wait
Wearing the evening gown
Of silver and sparkle
Bright as evening light
The day is over
Here comes the night
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Prompts:
Sue Vincent's Thursday Photo/Write Challenger - Renewal
Ignite
Spiky
Madness
Orion straddles the sky
His belt twinkling
In the darkness
Lighting the way
With stars sprinkling
The cheesy moon
Has passed
The halfway mark
A shadow of his smile
Slightly visible in the dark
The stars scattered
Across the expanse, winking
So silent is the night
Giving us pause to wonder
With wishful thinking
The nightly performance
Ensorcelled us with its splendor
The tryst between the stars and moon
A match made in heaven
Magnificent beauty it did render
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Photo by Arnold Dogelis on Unsplash
In the still of night
Bullfrogs croak love messages
Enticing their mate
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Early morning light
Streaks through the curtain
Another day dawning
That’s all that is certain
Sarah lies in her bed
Remembering what occurred
The events of the previous night
Have left her somewhat disturbed
“What happened?” she thought
Everything was going so great
Andrew was delightful
Considering it was a blind date
They had gone to a restaurant
For an early dinner and talk
Then a movie to follow
And a stroll on the boardwalk
Andrew had become romantic
And leaned in to kiss
She reciprocated the action
It was a moment of bliss
It lasted just a moment
And then he doubled over in pain
What was the problem?
She could not ascertain
After some endless moments
Sarah realized what was amiss
He’d eaten the lamb curry
It wasn’t the kiss
The hospital emergency room
Was where they eventually parted
They likely wouldn’t meet again
Dating is not for the faint hearted
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In response to Bjorn’s challenge at D’Verse Poets Writing Narrative Poetry
Photo by Nathan Walker on Unsplash
A moonlit night sky
A sliver of crescent glass
Lighting your beauty
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Life in its balance
The sun meets the sky at night
Still waters run deep
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Lightly falling rain
soaking her hair
Excited she moved quickly
Anticipating
Feeling the chill
of the night air
Branches hanging low
snagging her dress
Oblivious to the elements
Extremities turning numb
Her zealous thoughts
she could not repress
Sheltering under the trees
he saw her running
toward him
In all her beauty
even disheveled
she was stunning
Facing each other
he was reticent to speak
Holding back his words
reining in his actions
fearing the havoc
he might wreak
Looking into his eyes
she knew it was wrong
Her head lowered
in a shameful repose
She opened her eyes
but he had already gone
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Word Prompts:
Her perfume redolent
in the night air
as she walked
to the water
alone
with ne’er a care
What was blue
had become black
with no warning
In a heartbeat
she had been knocked
on her back
Without substance
an accusation held
Lies spread
in wildfire
her dignity at risk
she was compelled
His rebuke cruel
and unfounded
confrontation inevitable
Waiting by the shore
calm and present
his demeanor unbounded
Confusion existed
stretching distance between
Eyes locked
apology offered from
him to her
she began to careen
Caught in his arms
was a natural state
The darkness lifted
memory vanished
in a flash
like it never existed
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