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A controversial gift from Secret Santa –
A nice touch attempting at personal,
Our names engraved on, but empty of meaning.
©2020, forestlove
Sweet and Bitter Stuff of Wonder
Brought to you by Mary K
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A controversial gift from Secret Santa –
A nice touch attempting at personal,
Our names engraved on, but empty of meaning.
©2020, forestlove
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The last thought of sun and beachtime
skipped through my mind
surrounded by vague emptiness and loose
visions of rain, seagulls
and towels.
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© 2020, forestlove
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A dream at night, a rant at daytime
so many hours spilled –
much useless ink
All souls are wet with raindrops and
easy to forget.
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©2020, forestlove
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This snug little pile – our cat
horrendously paws across
all the house rules
defeating her prime sense of purpose –
cuddle with us.
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2020, forestlove
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To write a purpose poem was the prompt at Poetic Asides for Day 13, but I decided to take a day off from serious poeming, and catch up on posting and other things. Today, I thought why not try the tanka form? It’s fun, it’s cool and I didn’t do it correctly. Well, I hope this is a nice little piece for this cutie sleeping in my favourite armchair just next to my desk – our cat. If you see her, you’d wonder why I used the word “little”. Smiles and joy to all!
The prompt from Sunday Scribblings this week is Fire. This could be a tanka. Not sure, though
Fire blazing up ahead
Believe me – that is not the sun,
It’s just its orange smile
That shines in ardent colours
And reddens to beguile.
© 2011 Mariya Koleva
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Огънят изгасва пред очите ни
в залез
и разтапя се света
© 2011 Мария Колева