God help me, I’m broken –
Again I wanted, but found,
My presence was bound
To things which I wished
Less remembered, oft-forgotten.
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You will not recall
What happened on such a day;
Rain gets in the way.
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No one understands
Walking these many long miles
When pain arises.
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The library is
Spurned, all books now there returned;
Hands for paper yearn.
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The number hidden
In our soul, how long we have –
So, love we must share,
Mete out kind encouragement,
And needful inspiration.
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I have a longer piece in my journal which goes beyond the first bit. Unlikely, it, the public shall see. I hide, to save the heart of being me.
If you have not read the Fantasy & Science Fiction Magazine lately, you should check it out. Relentless by Dean Koontz which came out some years ago is also worth reading.
One day I will return to reviewing books I have read this year. This list grows long.
As a prompt: Use these words in your composition – concert, guitar, mug, closed window, ghost, fairing, shower, ultimately, lake, tetradactyl.
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
I am thankful, sometimes when it all falls apart, God puts it back together better.
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