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Finding Hope

Hope is always a light,
Flickering in crowds,
At the end of a tunnel,
Or lining the clouds.

Its either dazzling white,
Or a tepid yellow,
Beaming orange rays,
Or a silvery glow.

Could it be found in shadows?
In the absence of blinding light.
Simply a black room,
In the blanket of night.

Feel the comfort of dusk,
Of indigo skies,
A starless nightfall,
By closing your eyes.

Shared for Open Link Night at dVerse found here

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Left Behind

As we approach the end,
We become you and I.
We stood together once, but now,
You go your way, I’ll go mine.
I can’t look forwards,
Whereas you don’t look back.
You impulsively march onwards,
While I still wonder what to pack.
With steep mountains ahead,
I recoil, so afraid.
No sight of you in the distance,
I wish you could have stayed.
I need to be held tighter,
For longer, forever.
Even so, I wish you well,
With your courageous endeavour.
I still feel left behind,
Alone, in apprehension.
Until I find my own helm,
I’ll wade through this suspension.

Anxious thoughts tickle you into a state of paralysis. Remind yourself to take only small steps forwards.

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Silent Rain

Listening to the sound of rain
Creates serenity.
Busy minds tune into the lull.
A provoked tranquility:
Calm enough to ease,
Loud enough to dispel
Unwelcome thoughts,
Wish them farewell.
A raindrop is silent,
Until it splashes.
Like his internal plight,
Before he turns to ashes.

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In response to dVerse’s Rain Poetry Prompt found here

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Gratitude for Average

If I was a dessert,
I’d be the humble banana split,
A reliable ally.
I just don’t have the character,
Of the rich key lime pie.

If I were a flower,
I’d be the plain-petalled daisy.
No obvious dangers.
I just don’t have the character,
Of grandma’s hydrangeas.

Being average runs in the family,
Nothing mystical to see here.
I’m thankful though.
I just don’t have the character,
To put on a show.

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In response to the Paint Chip Poetry Prompt Challenge #27 found here

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Sailors’ Delusions

Sirens’ enchanting ballads
Flirt with sailors- a perfect illusion.
Unintentionally deceptive.
No escaping delusion.
The sly texture of her scales.
Lashings of hair, hiding skin.
Shells conceal her modesty,
Still, she draws the sailors in.
Both clueless and frivolous,
Equally attuned to curiosity.
Both dreamers, parched of love.
Beauty masks her animosity.
She steals their hearts,
In promise of devotion.
Robbing them of sanity,
Before returning to the ocean.

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In response to the dVerse mer-people challenge found here

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Writer’s Block Décima

Writer’s block is an artist’s mite;
Tumbleweed blowing in the wind.
The malicious blank canvas grinned,
He cocked his head, and laughed in spite.
Who transmitted this parasite?
I want my thoughts to merge and mesh,
Creating poems filled with flesh.
Who ran away with my ideas?
This has confirmed all of my fears.
I buffer when I press refresh.

In response to Ronovan Writes’ Décima Challenge #12 found here