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Drifting alongI’ve lost my songI fell from a birdNow I’ll never be heardWhere are I going?Where does the stream take me?To new life, to death?To a reconnection?No, my bird is goneNow never no song
Wayward! Wayward? That’s what they said.Wayward, because I wouldn’t follow where they led.Wayward, because I took a different route.Wayward, as if I were a woodland brute.Wayward, because I walked a different way.Wayward! And now I wait for break of dayWhen … Continue reading
This man, what can I say?Colliding on the internetsuch is the common waysent me pics.Uncanny likeness:Man from UncleSapphire and Steel.Can this be real?But I’ve no doubtA Scotsman’s genes will out 39 words for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Uncanny
Mercy was her nameTo the door she cameA nurse, she wore a maskThe look she gave me, I was scared to askIn truth, I didn’t dareDoes Stephen King still live here?
Who’d be the youngest in the brigade?I swear it isn’t fairDo this, do thatGroom the horsesFetch the waterAnd never mind the dangerOff you go to forage.————————No, I’m not a deserterI’m foraging food and waterWas I to know these are enemy … Continue reading
It is, my dear, quite absurdThe uttermost garbage I’ve ever heardWhy, to think they call the penguin a birdAnd more, they say, it’s a distant childOf T.Rex’s cousin, in the wildImagine a petition filedFor paternity payment supportImagine the court reportHa! … Continue reading
“Come share a drink with me,” said he. “I don’t mind if I do,” said me, And followed him where he led me. “Where go we?” said I. “To a secret place, where no one might spy.” I wondered why. … Continue reading
What have they done to me? Taken me and turned me to stone Never again to go home Sat upon a post in the cold Do they think this foliage will fool me? I am not young but I ain’t … Continue reading
Happily would I trudge the many mud mired miles Gladly would I work my feet Rub them raw in shoes until they blister Just to see this perfect vista 29 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Vista