Tag: Whimsy
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50 Annual Revolutions
the life that is I has revolved, 50 annuals – when all years are told, I hope that there’s more, left in my time store, ’cause it doesn’t seem much, when you’re on the cusp, of the gathering run, towards life’s setting sun, and it seems fair to say, that back in the day, when…
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Hugh’s Photo Challenge: Week 6 – Unused
These Cup and Saucer Sets sit on my dresser – unused because the firing of the porcelain paint I put on them makes the rims feel dusty to me. I keep them because I love the little rhymes I made more them, one day I may redo them on some other sets, hopefully with a…
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Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #71: Cover & Color – Faithless
Your cover is blown chameleon heart shows true colour you faithless © 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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I have no idea what this poem means
You cannot heal me with your broken words, smothered by your good intentions all renewal withers. I shall be well when the taste of life explodes in my heart like sherbet on a tongue. I am not your responsibility, I am my own I cultivate my own garden and what pleases me shall flourish you…
Ceenoa 
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