I see you
treading that path
of darkness and pain.
I hear your cries
of helplessness and rage
wimpers of fear
and loneliness.
You are not alone.
There
in the blackness ahead
a dim glow, a flickering candle
held by another traveler
walking this path.
The way out
is still hidden
around twists and turns.
There are still obstacles
that trip your feet
and hidden traps
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(Writing prompt: "Write about a quilt or a blanket.)

Sunflower QuiltWrinkled fingers clutched the quilt ( Read more... )

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Here's a brand new poem. The writing prompt said, "Close your eyes. Write about what you see." The music I was listening to evoked this memory, which took place in a small town in Mexico, long ago...

The Old GuitarCallused fingers plucked the strings ( Read more... )

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Colors of music and movement
Poetry in literal motion
Dance with me
Feel the rhythm sway your body
Can flight be imprisoned in words?

November 6, 1998
Bonnie J. (Askey) Weathers

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