Farewell

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Writing 101 Day 10 Farewell

Farewell

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Once the fog begins to crept out and evaporate the sea

Gliding is a sign slowly becoming visible

…F a r e w e l l…

To my relief; it is not goodbye

For we poets, are unified

…We are…

Building blocks making letters form

Words that actually feel in reality from an

Imaginary world

Fall down on paper

With a pen

It’s been an amazing journey

Farewell

12:40

Vera Robinson © 2015

 

Fallacy

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Writing 101 Day 6 Fallacy

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Vincent van Gogh self-portrait autumn 1886 Photo taken by Ms. Vee

 

 

If a picture is worth a thousand words

A snapshot and painting

Are pieces of art

Does this merely stand true when you are gone?

The polaroid was once the norm

It captured you in paper form

Now electronics make you look rich

I ponder the question

Which one do I pick?

Picasso blue

Rembrandt dark

I must not forget

Vincent van Gogh

2:57 PM

Vera Robinson © 2015

It’s My Anniversity

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Hello WordPress Friends,

I have been blogging for 1 year today. Thank you all so much for your support, comments, and encouragement. Your dedication is to be commended.

If I missed thanking any of my new followers, believe me it was an oversight.

I have 423 followers and have gotten 4885 hits on Everyone is Welcome! 🙂

You will also notice I gave my site a facelift. There will be more changes coming soon. I hope you like the appearance.

God bless all you, and have a great weekend. 🙂

4:23 PM

Vera Robinson

Snowflakes

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Light snowflakes falling

Down…

Blowing all around

Astounding…

Shapes take their

Place…

In beauty landing on the

Ground…

6:17 PM

Vera Jackson © 2014

Bottled Love

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If I could bottle the

Love…

That sizzles in my

Heart…

I’d measure it on a daily

Basis…

In a liquid form of

Art…

6:29 PM

Vera Jackson © 2014

Prey

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Sometimes I feel like a gold-fish swimming among the sharks. I am not going to drown in the water I need to survive.

I would rather be eaten alive, than to drown in my natural habitat.

9:56 PM

Vera Jackson © 2014

Grey Mass

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The room is large with a cathedral ceiling and the recent winter storm has caused a power outage. The flickers from the burning candles light my path throughout the freezing house.

Mother Nature has isolated me from the outside world. It’s a blinding white-out. I keep the drapes closed so the brightness of the snow and ice doesn’t hurt my eyes. Sudden flashes of a grey mass appear down the hallway. Feeling quick burst of air I am succumbed with a heightened awareness of something I can only describe as sinister. The hair on the back of my neck and arms are raised to needle point.

Not knowing what to do, I grab the heaviest comforter I own, and seek refuge on the couch. With my eyes tightly closed, I pray the monster will disappear; and for a few hours, it did as I slept.

When I woke it was night and the wind was howling. I shuddered at the sound.

I walked into the bedroom, and the monster was waiting for me. The huge grey mass with amber eyes, but the glow was radiating heat, giving warmth through the night.

All things unknown and feared aren’t necessarily monsters. They could give comfort in one form or another.

7:07 PM

Vera Jackson © 2014

My Spirit Changes Colours

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Born green

To…

Color the earth

A…

Rejuvenating spirit in my

Soul…

Throughout the years

Gazing…

At my reflection

Peering…

Back at me

I…

Have seen changing

Colours…

I’ve been

Red…

Blue…

And admittedly…

Yellow…

I’ve aged and now

Brown…

Dried…

Fragile…

Should you speak

Do…

So softly for your

Breath…

Might blow me

Away…

If you touch

Me…

Please be gentle

I…

Am not ready to

Crumble…

Or fall

After all…

Still…

Alive…

I can

Stumble…

Along…

3:29 PM

Vera Jackson © 2014

Here And Now

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Sitting here drowning my sorrows in

Tears…

The fears of my life are

Floating…

To an uninhibited

Pool…

To be a sinner of

Fools…

Or a scholar of one

That…

Has been schooled.

11:11 PM

Vera Jackson © 2014

Open Arms

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With outstretched arms

When…

I was feeling blue

You…

Enwrapped my ruptured

Soul…

And warmed me through and

Through…

My words were cruel

With…

Pleas unkind, I took a

Moment…

To ask myself the reason

Why?..

My heart was cold

I…

Made a valiant effort

To…

Keep my emotions

Under…

Control, but once I came

Into…

Your arms everything begin to

Unfold…

10:34 PM

Vera Jackson © 2014

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