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Imagine
Imagine being alone Here In this room All on your own No hope No one will appear No expectations The door won’t creak Resigned Ready Aware Of the quiet Of the unspoken whisper Of the unbroken peace Of your own heartbeat The only sound In your head And the traffic underneath The door untouched Air unruffled…
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On a Cloudy Day
The sun appeared out of nowhere and cast its golden breath across the furniture. It stroked the pillows, ruffled the plant’s rowdy leaves, upset the candle. I blinked a couple of times, and it was gone as if it had never been there before. © 2017 Erna G. – All Rights Reserved
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Someday
‘OK, we’ll go there someday,’ she said and I said ‘Fine, great’ and walked away since then I’ve been waiting, every day hoping I would not sooner drop dead waiting for her ‘someday’ to come my way via Daily Prompt: Someday © 2017 Erna G.
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The River
It smells like snow tonight The air splits open your lungs Every breath, a pale sprite Whispers in unknown tongues
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On the New Year’s Eve
What is it about these lights That makes us feel joy and cheer Is it their sparkling warmth Or the memory of someone dear
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The Night
The indifferent sun sets and on the horizon remain all of the past regrets the world, now their domain Hooded shadows roam the night frightened children under the sheets their tiny sweaty fists clenched tight seek the promised land of dreams But the dreams refuse to come some invisible eyes steadily gaze darkness soothes the…
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Boredom
Boredom is settling in again Like a thick layer of aged dust On the topmost shelf in the library Where no one seems able to reach And disperse it Like the smooth snow on the meadow That covers the grass and muffles the view, Wrapped up in the hooded cloak Of soft silence Like the…
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Faded
I’m holding this photograph, of a young woman, who looks quite like me, yet her hair is different, darker, tied up in a bun and she’s standing in a field of some now unrecognizable flowers, somewhere far away from here. The day is sunny, but she is not, solemn and somber, she looks at the…
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Stung
A strange sensation, prickly and painful, under my ribs. Shortening my breath tingling underneath tightening my stomach, an unusual kind of pain, anxiety they call it, I think. I’m waiting, hoping that it will release its hold yet it’s clutching ever more violently making me bend over, huddle, groan, and gasp. Whispers and images keep…
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Today
Today has been one of those days. The thermos opened in the bag somehow. All the papers, the wallet, the phone, the AC remote, drenched with coffee. Stains everywhere. Attempted to fix it but made it worse. Coffee dripped all over the seats, I tried to wipe them clean while stuck in traffic, and then…
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