An elastic is wrapped
Around my head tightening
And squeezing itself so that the
Pain is inescapable leaving
Me nowhere to escape and
Nowhere to hide
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My very first home, also my married home was purchased jointly with the Mad Man. My contribution to everything from furniture to groceries was exactly down the middle, 50%, even though at that time I only earned half of what he did. He insisted I pay my way and as a naïve 25 years old I agreed. At the end of the marriage nightmare I would be R50 000 in overdraft which with some determination and sacrifices I would eventually pay back. As I started my journey down Debt Alley it would eventually dawn on me that access to my house items was certainly not 50%. I would be instructed to sleep on the sleeper couch in the spare bedroom because he had the flu and needed his rest. The same instruction would be given to me when I had the flu until eventually the sleeper couch became my “bed”…
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Dawn
Sunrise surrounds me
As the morning birds sing
Their morning song
Softy and sweetly
Sharing morning stories
Of new days and of life
And hope surreal
Dusk
Dogs bark and growl
As the sun dissolves
From the day and is replaced
By a quarter moon
The wolves howl and night owls
Awaken from their slumber
To greet the
Deep dank darkness
Of a dying day
https://dougwestberg.wordpress.com/2015/01/24/sunwinks-january-25-2015-sound-decisions/
I want to be with you
When you wake up
And when you go to sleep
I want to be the one you hold
When you laugh
And when you cry
I want to be with you
When you mourn
And when you love
I want to be the one you love
When you grow old
And when you die
I want to be with you
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/burning-down-the-house/
My house is on fire
Have nowhere to go
My home is in flames
The timbers are low
I look to the east
I look to the west
And feel my heart ache
My soul’s treasure chest
Fruits of my faith
Are what I would take
Hope, faith, joy, love and peace
Everything else I could forsake
My senses ignite
At thoughts of your
Scent and delight
At memories of
Your closeness of
Being, I remember
Your voice, your
Hands, your eyes
And I know I will
Never forget you
Lifting me off my
Feet in a stolen
Embrace
Pink flowers or blue
When I begin to sink your
Beauty lifts me up
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Play Lexicographer.”
FOMOphobia –
Inherent fear of missing
Out on anything
Is this a new word?
Have been striving to
Think of a new word but none
Comes to mind at all
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/play-lexicographer/
As I was walking that ribbon of highway
Ribbon of Highway
I saw above me that endless skyway
Endless Skyway
I saw below me that golden valley
Golden Valley
I’ve roamed and rambled and I followed my footsteps
Following Footsteps
To the sparkling sand
Sparkling Sand
Of her diamond deserts
Desert Sand
And all around me a voice was sounding
Singing Voices
This land was made for you and me.
This Land, Our Land
Poems and Petals 