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Door Steps ©SRose t. (Seasideauthor)


Continuance in fantasy?

One step, she lifts a foot;

Balance she seeks, gravity

learns, to live. Army afoot

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with aid in sterile white;

to the coverings’ agony.

Rescue the betrayal blight

form sinks into atrophy.

 

Eruption sink coat daily                                                                                        

her frame in the mirror.

Thoughts pass, hazily

a memory disappears

 

of the once ‘stunning’ being.

Only half birthday ago

“She Was” only needing;

his love, her covering aglow.

 

Jovial interests only art,

poetry and careless dance.  

Affection was his only part,

her fault a circumstance.

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The door she could not find.

In despair entangled in apogee

his help arrogantly blind.

Lacking the loving capacity

 

Or patience guide into reality.

Abandons her to life lonely

despair. He; her center of gravity.

Knowing he was her one and only.

 

A step at a time, step one, tread,

dressed in white & scrubs, allies                                                                          

rise, piloting gravity, new read.

Reach for her out of the skies.

 

Manages the lines, one at a time;

Guiding the pencil, led her step

by step. Long year quite a climb.

Turning a corner, her gullible rep

 

exasperates them still. Good deed

and gently try to erase her dearheart

from her core. Aim her to concede

he is material, only loves in part.

 

Someday she will find the exits.

Holding the keys, her heart wills

learn to eat to live. Into the edit

and back to reality. Loving quill

 

surfacing unable to keep it light.

Striving to start erasing a lout,

To stop whining in this plight?

Soon we’ll see a life all about!

 

All photos by Joel Robison Photography  @joelrobison  .com


								

The Empty Places


Places no one can fill,
Nothing anyone can say,
Your places, will always be,
Still and quiet, as you see,
Doctors have no pill,
One call of the day,
Our daily time for tea,
No voice now, oh gee,
Living just makes for nil,
Still nothing to play,
Quiet now no glee,
Yours places are even still,
Your places will always be,
The Empty Places.


>Materners Mourn With Tears


>Prerogatives unworthily bridging the gap
Supremacy destitute dangerous pretense
Reminiscently violent indiscretions

Murderous plagues torment spread
Beyond neglecting dangerous pretense
Floods the nations and earth with tears

Knowledge experience underserved
Love compassion undreamed let go
Understanding empathy emptied

Dying character becomes frozen
Dangerous pretense murderous innocence
Floods the nations and earth with tears

Silence murdering chaining innocent souls
Freedom and love passé undeserving opportunity
Corruption restraining soul’s symptomatic death

Murderous torment spreads mourning
Beyond dangerous pretense supremacy brings
Occurrent worldwide mourning from intolerance
Materners muttering unrestrained crimes

Matinee Muse Week 10 prompt

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