Silent forms together huddled lie,
Victims of cruel Autumn’s vengeance,
Mourned only by the tears of the watching sky.
All by six divided –
Yet, no two ever the same-
Heaven-born crystal destined, but a moment to remain.
TLT Throwback 6 December 2018
Puffed against Winter’s barren chill
Ever defiant to the monochrome conquest
Life’s tiny sunburst hope of Spring.
For youth – the world is ever tinted –
In Shades of rose and hope,
Too readily set aside when weathered by age.
Inspiration Call: Micropoetry Monday 17 December 18
There is a spirit to a ship –
That is why we call her she –
And when she perishes that soul’s set free –
Leaving but her bones – cast upon the sea.
CCC6 19 Dec 18
I like your poems. Observant. And thought-provoking. 🙂
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Thank you. Wonderful community members like you really help with the great prompts.
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And I thank you in return.
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