I sat beside a charming stream,
On the trunk of a fallen tree.
A perfect place to peacefully
Reconsider my latest dream.
I admired the water gleam,
Watching courageous ripples ride,
Toward the rocks, and then collide,
Meandering around the bends.
It taught me changes are not ends,
So I can drift, no need to glide.
In response to Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 7 found here
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
Just relax as we journey into the deepest crevasse of your mind.
Slip past the danger sign; it’s only there for decoration.
Don’t be frightened, your subconscious is your true safe place: your childhood, your desires, and the key to deciphering all of your… Eccentricities.
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In response to Only 100 words: Three Line Tales #226 found here