Instant Remorse

I
Blurted
All the words
I wanted to say
And as quickly felt
Instant remorse
But by then
It was too
Late

Untidy Slate

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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Clean Slate.”

The person who lives in my bedroom has no regard for tidiness. Beside the bed is a little lamb standing on top of a gift box. With a tub of authentic African ointment promising to cure any dry or burnt skin ailment next to it. There is also a decorative wooden stand declaring proudly “Mum – a mother’s love is forever”, adorned lovingly with gemstones in front of it, placed there by a loving daughter.
A pile of half-read books stands guard. Consisting of a collection of poetry books, inspirational, short stories, autobiographies and two Maeve Binchies. They all have bookmarks marking the last page read.
And right in the middle of the room is the most comfortable bed ever. It is not too soft nor too hard, but just right!

Good night xx

Feather in the Wind

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You were taken from me
Suddenly
One moment you were in my life
And the next
You were gone
Leaving me to cherish each dream
When I see you again
Always reaching
Never quite touching
At night when I’m alone
I can hear your voice
I can feel your spirit
And know that you are near
You are alive
For a moment
And then you are gone
Carried away
Like a light
Feather
In the wind

Unspoken

You looked over
Lingering just a few moments
Too long
Your eyes
Meeting
Catching
Playing
Imagining
I cannot read your mind
But your eyes
Speak for you

Yellow Door

In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Door.”

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Sunshiney yellow
Assembled door of Lego –
Child’s morning play