Lost #Haiku Challenge 145 @RonovanWrites

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RonovanWrites Haiku Challenge 145 with prompt words – Beautiful, Curse

She railed, offensive,
Her beautiful charms lost, time
is no friend to her
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~ FlorenceT

 

 

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There is magic

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Looking out
into the grey mountain skies
remembering where I’ve been
wondering where the road will lead;
There is magic
in the shimmering rain that falls
in the light peering through
the future remains.

~ FlorenceT

 

I am not my mistakes,
But God knows, I’ve made a few. 
I started to question the angels,
And the answer they gave was you. 

I cannot promise there won’t be sadness,
I wish I could take it from you. 
But you’ll find the courage to face the madness,
And sing it because it’s true. 

I love my life
I am powerful, I am beautiful, I am free
I love my life, 
I am wonderful, I am magical, I am me,
I love my life.

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Bloom #Haiku Challenge 142 @RonovanWrites

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RonovanWrites Haiku Challenge 142 with prompt words – Spring, Fresh

For my benefit (when I declared I was too busy and had yet to write for this challenge) and what a privilege, a haiku from the beautiful S.  Yep, she messaged it to me and instructed “there will be no capitalisation” on the haiku 🙂

 

feel a soft spring breeze

the light touch so fresh and warm

as we bloom and grow

~ SMTD

 

 

 

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#Haiku Challenge 120 @RonovanWrites

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RonovanWrites Haiku Challenge 120 with prompt words – Heart, Petals

petals

Loves me, loves me not

Heart beats constant, time passing

Wind-swept petals drift.

~ FlorenceT

 

 

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All is said… and done

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All is said

When all is said and done
I am only flying home.

Like the young curlew flying
Not knowing, north
Assured only by collective memories
Of a past not lived,
Universal in nature, instinctive.

Carried on the wings of others
Gone before, in trust
Of the flock marshalling its strength
Never ceasing its formation,
Forever holding, eternal love.

When all is said and done
Love, me myself and I.

– FlorenceT

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