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12 Years
there was something in the look in our photo and I cannot recapture it the memory of the shape is gone and I am lost a glorious technicolour film in surround sound reduced to a screen play stark black and white words on paper It does not come close to explaining they way I feel…
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Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #62: Start & Hot – Life Cycle of an Arguement
The start of hot words fuelled by relentless pride the cold end was mute © ceenoa
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Motes of the Unsaid
Like dry sand running through your fingers, faint susurrations of thought, ephemeral and non cohesive, falling in motes of the unsaid, creating a beach at my feet. Where is the torrent, the raging waters of inspiration? Where is the jumble and collide caused by the tides of imagination? I am marooned in the calm empty…
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One Day Love – A Poem from Long Ago
One day love will stumble out, from the corner where you left it, and you won’t want to send her back. But I think that I will be gone by then. © ceenoa
Ceenoa
happiness in the small moments
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