Masks – NaPoWriMo 2016 Day 24
We all wear masks, and the time comes when we cannot remove them without removing some of our own skin. ~ André Berthiaume Masks Too much time we have spent with masks, Tis difficult...
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So many of my smiles began with you – NaPoWriMo 2016 Day 23
A Sonnet So many of my smiles, began with you. A glance, a word, a coffee break with you Made my life happy for a day. And Yet When you are not there I...
A Summer Shower – NaPoWriMo 2016 Day 22
A Summer Shower Dark clouds grazing the horizon, Trees and grass bending down to the will of the mighty wind. As it speeds up and crashes into trees, Clouds covering the skies entirely. As the...
Big Bad Wolf? – NaPoWriMo 2016 Day 21
Big Bad wolf? Prowling, through the bushes, feeling bored A glimpse of Red caught my sense. Peering though I saw, A cute little girl all in Red, With a Red Riding hood upon her...
It’s all a game to them – NaPoWriMo 2016 Day 20
It’s all a game to them A new beginning, a new page, So they say. And yet it is all the same What comes today, goes today. And yet, they say, tomorrow is another...
Crochet Lessons for Thee – NaPoWriMo 2016 Day 19
Crochet Lessons for Thee Yarn over finger, Hook in hand, A lesson in crochet, thou shalt have. Begin with the slip knot, now make a loop, Put the hook into the loop, Pull the...
Echoes of Childhood – NaPoWriMo 2016 Day 18
Echoes of Childhood Zoo Lions roaring early morn, Religious songs wafting through the daze. Frequent calls waking you up from sleep. Garbage trolley whistles, piercing ear drums. Pitter Patter of feet on stairs, Running...
A Hypersonic Journey – NaPoWriMo 2016 Day 17
A Hypersonic Journey Flying fast, above supersonic At Mach 5, going hypersonic. What is a Mach? Sound Barrier you say? Yet its just another boundary, To be crossed at its own pace. Hypersonic Aerodynamics, Tis just...
Breeze on the face – NaPoWriMo 2016 Day 16
Breeze on the face Breeze on the face, Wading through memories. A smile, a laugh, Makes anyone a beauty. Tiny bursts of wind abound, Smell of a freshly mown lawn. All these and more...
Broken Shards – NaPoWriMo 2016 Day 15
Broken shards Broken shards all around, Pricking, poking from the ground. Kneeling down to peer at it, A broken face stares at you, bereft. Is that you, in those shards? What happened here to...
