So sad

Having ceased to write on WordPress I was relying on another site, I refer of course to poem pigeon, a solely poetry vehicle but sadly they have sent all of their subscribers an email confirming the closure of their website. Such sad news for all the new British talent who were used to showcasing their work on this little known but very readable window. So sad.

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The reason why I'm giving this up

Having recently needed to change to some sort of freaky editor I have realised that there is no longer a way I can continue using this site. I assume that the powers that be consider that the new editor is the be-all and end-all of easier word-processing formats. They are wrong and I wish all my friends and followers, “Good Luck,” in the future and I hope you enjoy a great festive season.

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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #55

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I looked at my neighbour

and she looked at me

then she smiled, bowed her head

and asked if I could see

that we and all the the other posts

were painted quite brightly.

I asked her for the reason

and with a smile of glee,

she said tonight when the park is closed

we will dance round the old dead tree

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Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 155 #SynonymsOnly End/Hurry

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was a foregone conclusion

no point in rushing,

the triumph of the tortoise

became the stuff of legend.

 

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Sue Vincent’s #Writephoto ~Light #Shadorma

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In Western skies

Hyperion’s son

in fiery

chariot,

expelling dark eyed Luna’s,

cold nocturnal grip

 

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Across western skies

see Hyperion drive his

chariot

in splendour

expelling Luna’s , shaded

icy grip.

 

 

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Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #281 Mess&Intense

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My mind is a mess,

moulding intense emotions,

maelstrom of madness.

 

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Sammiscribbles Weekend Writing Prompt #133 ~Thoughts of Yew.

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I stand in silence exuding the dignity expected by my infrequent, reluctant visitors. Casting long shadows over the darkened windows, the black lace veils and dark suits so seldom aired. Offering comfort through familiarity to the grief-stricken, the respectful onlookers, the older ones knowing what best to say and do. Inwardly I smile for have I not, like many of my kind, stood guard at the cemetery gates for half of my two hundred year life.

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Saturday Six Word Story Prompt #13 – November 23, 2019 ~ Misery #6wsp

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Moment of marriage, lifetime of misery.

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Eden saw doubt in their trembling smiles, they never expected her to recover. She had never seen compassion in anyone’s eyes before and was confused and frightened at their touch. Although not unpleasant it felt strange to have gentle hands running down her back and over her flanks. She yawned and felt she had to try and stand, if only to take a small sip of water. A privilege denied her for the past two days. Unsteadily, she shook her head and stretching her legs made as if to stand. It was too difficult but she heard an unfamiliar babble of sound. The tones were gentle, reassuring and somehow she understood that today would be the first day of a new life. When she opened her eyes she heard a loud cheer and looking into the eyes that stared down at her she could make out the tears running down. She too wanted to cry but it was with happiness not the pain she had often felt as she was taken out of her crate for yet another mating. She was sure this would be different and she did not resist as she found herself being lifted. She felt a soft blanket cover her and instinctively knew she was being rescued from her life of hell.

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