Spiral

The Ragtag Daily prompt #67: Spiral

Ever downward
circles
plummeting.
Never knowing
never ending.
Circles
going round.
Spirals
joined but apart.
Ever downward
reaching up
for air.
Spirals.
Circles.
Spinning.
Never knowing
never ending.

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Reflection

The Ragtag Daily Prompt: Reflection

Early morning
A branch upon the shore
Placed by waves
The night before.
Water drifts
Around the wood
In a place
Where ancients stood.
Their time has past
To be never more
Branches still wash
Upon the shore

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Superstition

What?
Superstition
Why pick
on black cats?
What have we done?
I am content
resting here.
Look at me.
Angelic.
Come closer
Yes
Come closer
my pretty.
Superstition
will evaporate
as you become
lost in my eyes.
Come closer……

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*This is Benny.
He lived a long happy life but could be a devil. He could be purring in your lap and suddenly he would attack your arm or leg. All the dogs in the neighbourhood were scared of him. Any dog that strayed down the drive, no matter if it was a big farm dog or small dog, you would always see them running up the drive with Benny in close pursuit.
So I guess it was bad luck for any other cat or dog to wander into Benny’s place.

Waves

The word prompt from Maria at citySonnet: Waves

Is it a hello
or the power of the sea
that Waves.
With one
you wave back
The other
watch in awe
Churning
foamy spectacle

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Washing up
the life from
beneath
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Bringing the past
back
for all to see
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Waves
Crashing
Smashing
eroding rocks
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Swirling around
the headland
or
racing to the beach
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Tumbling
in the early morning
washing
the sand
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Waves
the power of
the sea

Teddy

The word prompt from Laura at Manic Mondays 3 Way Prompt: Confession

I wrote this poem, when I was about 17 years old, one day in an English class in High School. The teacher noticed me not paying attention, called me to the front of the class and made me read my poem to the class. I must add I went to an all boys high school.

Owl is sitting
in his tree.
Teddy is here,
cuddling me.
I love Teddy
and Teddy loves me.
And Owl is still sitting
in his tree

Hoot Hoot
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