MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Momentary’

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days seem too short
time encapsulated
magic of the forest
where each tree needle
fell to the ground
without a sound

sitting around a bonfire
listening to the crackling
of the wood sap
eyes absorbing flames
cheeks and palms
shades of hot pink

reflecting on the past days
hours and years blend
into one infinitive mass
past present and future
only fictitious concepts
piercing through space

moments ago God’s child
now just a grey nomad
well behaved adult
following written rules
the wisdom hidden
behind thick curtains

innocence dissipated
like a smoke of the fire
only distant smile remains
so fragile and deep
you would almost miss it
in a blink of an eye

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Late morning’

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the cabriolet was waiting
it was a late morning
after the wedding
time to sober up

the plan was to head north
to the checkpoints
then through them
into the land of opportunities

in the warm shower
she made the decision
it was time to put her life
into her own hands

her dreams awaited
on the other side
of the border
she jumped into the car

and only then

a sudden jolt
she woke up
sweating
still single

Poem written with the photo prompt as part of the Writer’s Unite! June challenge.
Images are free use—Image from Pixabay

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MIDDAY POETRY – ‘On Board’

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the ship docked in harbor
the placid water held it afloat
all the passengers disembarked
towards new adventures
on the paradise island

only the crew remained
resting after the hard work
then slowly preparing
for the return journey
and the buzz of people
once back on board

new food supply was loaded
fresh water delivered
the floors got scrubbed
the cabins freshened
passengers started to arrive
broad smiles and sun tanned

the weather was fine
sun filled fluffy clouds
light breeze moving the air
the perfect day on the water
when one is happy to just be
while enjoying life in motion

This poem was written from a picture prompt as part of a Writers Unite! May 2025 challenge. WU blog

Images are free use—Image by yangguonin from Pixabay

MIDNIGHT POETRY -‘The One’

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Be it what may
It’s a public holiday
Perhaps you didn’t know
Choc eggs are not the go
In the land of my birth
They celebrate rebirth

The son of a chippy
Himself bit of a hippie
Barefoot he walked
Savings he talked

To anyone afflicted
Full healing predicted
Noble values and morals
Dissolved all quarrels

Then he spoke of salvation
Through his family relation
His words fell on dead ears
Forsaken by his peers

Undergone a foot soak
Last dinner was a joke
Burdened by a chunky wood
Nobody then understood

Didn’t put up a fight
Staying true to his light
Having had a strong will
His message remains still

Come on now it is not funny
To celebrate the Easter Bunny
Hot buns with sweet white cross
Compensate for greater loss
Thorny wreath and bunch of nails
The devil is in details