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Gift of Friendship

Vonita 9 Comments

Two souls connect
On this journey of life
Different energies
Complimenting each other

At times one will listen
Other times another will speak
Being together
Being alone

Sharing
Loving
Talking
Listening
Laughing

Friends and family too, both precious gifts
That can neither be bought
Nor forced

I love each soul that would count
As being a friend of mine
Cherish the uniqueness of being

Most are unlike me
Which is not hard to be

I would give thanks
More than analyse

Every blessed friend to me

Friends Forever

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/oil-meet-water/

Morning Post

Vonita 5 Comments

Last night, or rather
This morning I went to bed
At two am and

Woke up now at six
Leaving me too tired to
Post a morning post

With a photograph
Or image that you may find
Quite Interesting

So this is all I
Can do, and that would be to
Count some syllables

Because you know me
I very much love to count
In five – seven – fives

Help yourself, goodnight

Vonita 7 Comments

Someone’s left you a voicemail message, but all you can make out are the last words: “I’m sorry. I should’ve told you months ago. Bye.” Who is it from, and what is this about?

“I’m sorry. I should’ve told you months ago. Bye.”
Hmm. What should you have told me months ago?
What haven’t you been telling me?
All this time we have been together

For some reason
I am not getting a good feeling
I knew there must have been cause
For all your weekend work

The unscheduled callouts
Work-related schedules
That would happen
On my time

Go
I’m over you
There is no need
For any more messages

Left for me on my voice mail
That I can hardly make out
Do not want to make out
Do not want to hear it

And BTW, there is no message
That I do not know anyway
I was not born yesterday
I do not mind sharing

It is secrets I do not like
And information being withheld
As if I would even care
I’m tired, I’m off to bed

But before I go –
No joy from me
Help yourself
Good night

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/bad-signal/

Butterfly Chain

Vonita 2 Comments

After painting a
Butterfly during the week –
On the detour home

Went meandering
Through shopping malls just for fun
And look what I found

Tiny butterflies
Brightly colored, well behaved –
Four chained together

Chain of Butterflies

Chain of Butterflies

Everchanging Times

Vonita 17 Comments

In days before October
Ten pm used to be Ten pm
It made me so happy

Was able to have an evening routine
Meditation, quietness and all those things
One would do at night

Before writing Daily Post
Which I only discovered
In September

October arrived
And times they do change
Ten o’clock now became eleven

So another hour later
It is not all bad
Extra reading and music time

Keep oneself occupied
Meditate a bit more
Just Do Not fall asleep

Welcome November
My ten o’clock original
Has now become midnight

So every night
I find myself looking at walls
And writing books

And keeping busy
With lots of coffee
To stay awake

For the Daily Post
Which for me has become
The Midnight Post

But now the problem is
I am awake
And I am typing

But am SO, SO tired
I am unable to think
About anything other

Than Why, Why, Why
Do times have to keep on changing?
Why can’t Ten pm stay Ten pm?

Past midnight which used to be Past Ten Pm

Past Midnight which used to be Past Ten Pm

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/let-it-be/

Go well, Farewell

Vonita 4 Comments

I would not know why
You would feel the way you do

I would not know what
I would even say to you

You feelings are yours
Your emotions turn me blue

You are my friend
I have always told you so

And if you would feel more
I will have no part on it

There will be no response
For silence is what I do

Any reply – any words you may desire
You will have to write yourself

So go well, my friend
Farewell

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/return-address/