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Thank You

Here is a thank you for your left hip,
The curve of your waist and the shapely bone.
I love to hold it when we lean in for a kiss,
And it’s the one that I cling to when I feel alone.
Here is a thank you for your left shoulder,
The one that I rest on as we learn to dance.
The devil perches himself upon it, and whispers,
To hold me more tightly and show me romance.
Here is a thank you for your left hand,
The one that I squeeze when I need you to stay.
When I’m fearful, it guides me far, far away.
It’s the one that will wear my ring someday.

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Life’s Pearls Décima

You miss so much when you are rushed.
A white dove’s feather softly falls,
As lions flex their golden paws.
A ripened berry’s body blushed,
Before it’s bursting flesh was crushed.
A stem will grow with twists and swirls,
Before a single petal curls.
Perfect flakes of snow melt so fast,
In less time than eclipses last.
Wander free but don’t miss life’s pearls.

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In response to Ronovan Writes’ Décima Challenge 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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Career? No idea!

When I consider my dream career,
I sink into a huge black hole.
My ideas are as abundant as saffron.
I find no certainty in my soul.

I lack the bravery of a lion heart,
I can’t do public speaking.
I’ll never have a saxophone solo,
As I’m not attention seeking.

All I know is I want to feel valued,
Like the elephant’s ivory.
I will set myself a goal:
By spring, I’ll know who I want to be.

In response to the Paint Chip Poetry Prompt #22 found here

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Tearful Raindrops

A gentle raindrop falls on my flushed cheek. At last, a cooling air to refresh this arid atmosphere. More water scatters, creating a pattern of dots on the patio. Each droplet fills the gaps.

My breathing slows as I immerse myself in this feeling of relief. My eyelids release a tear, which my chin catches briefly before it washes away.

The light pattering of rain gradually quickens in pace, as the droplets shatter against the conservatory roof, creating the sound of a tabla drum.

To follow, a downpour.

In response to Weekend Writing Prompt #158 found here