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By Vera Robinson
12-1-6
10:47 PM
Until We Meet Again
December 1, 2016
Blogger Fiction, Kiss, Sky, Voice, Wind 8 Comments
I Lost Myself Strolling
September 5, 2015
Non Fiction, Writing Alone, Laughter, Leaves, Outer self, Wind 33 Comments
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It was a cloudy and humid day as I began strolling in the park, as I often tend to do. Many may say it’s a ritual; be that as it may, it’s when I feel the closest connection, while alone and missing you.
The fluorescent lights were just coming on; two of them flickering a dim yellow to white, and one had a constant buzz. I dismissed the annoyance. About 10 minutes into the walk, tiny particles of sweat started to crawl down the back of my neck, and slither down my spine. I felt as if I walked into a spider web and it was stuck on my skin. It was unnerving.
Unexpectedly a breeze began to whisper in my ear.
The wind began to pick up leaves and toss them in, and blow them out my hair.
I threw my head back, and began laughing hysterically!
Unbeknownst to me temporarily unaware of my surroundings, my outer self traveled.
I don’t know how, or where.
By the time I returned home…
My clothes were disheveled…
I had been with…
You!
9:47 PM
Vera Robinson © 2015
Man Of Sand
September 3, 2015
A quirky Thought, Writing Island, Marooned, Pebbles, Sand, Wind 10 Comments
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Upon my exhausted arrival, to this marooned island
To my utter amazement, there he stood
A man of sand. He spoke to me in whispers and welcomed me
To this land. I smiled, and shook his gritty hand
His fingers were pebbles, and rough as could be
I pondered the question, just how could this be
That he could live here
A man in the form of sand
I asked “How are you living, made of sand?”
He look at me strangely, as if should know
Then shuffled his feet, as the wind begin to blow
I’m out of the sea; is how I form to be
There are many others like me, as you will come to see
We were all deserted on this island
But our souls are now free
For many hours we talked, until the darkness came
The waves were crashing, it was a beautiful night
He started to sing, til the wind silenced him
I looked to my right; then to the left
There was nothing… just
A pile of red
Sand…
3:21 PM
Vera Robinson © 2015
Afterthoughts
May 19, 2015
Fiction, Thoughts Afterthoughts, Bliss, Churn, Night, Wind 4 Comments
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Day visions churn my
…Afterthoughts…
Looking for bliss
…In…
The night
If only those afterthoughts
…Hadn’t…
Drifted out with the
…Wind…
I would be with you
…In…
The now
2:23 PM
Vera Robinson © 2015
Autumn Leaves
August 29, 2013
Autumn, Life, Nature, Peace, Poem, Sound Blogger, Leaves, Poem, Wind, WordPress 16 Comments
Autumn
It’s coming, cloaked in colors of the earth
To live awhile, then fertilize its place of birth
With wind blowing leaves with its assertiveness
They twirl in the air, and rest on the ground
You rake them up, and make a pile
Add apples, and bees
And you know it is Fall
12:43 PM
Vera Jackson © 2013
The Climb
August 14, 2013
Fiction, Nature, Peace, Poem Blogger, Fall, Heaven, Poet, Thoughts, Tree, Wind, WordPress, Writer 16 Comments
Sitting on the ground, leaning against a tree
An inclination sparked in me, I stood up
And looked up at the sky, don’t ask me why
Just on a whim, without reason or rhyme
I begin to climb, I tried, and slipped
But held my grip, the wind started to whip
It helped build momentum, for my feeble climb
To reach the heavens
The next thing I know, I felt a bump….
With a thump…
I am back on the ground
Nothing is around, it is just me with my
Thoughts of The Climb
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