Abandoned #ThursdayDoors

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I fear my countenance now has changed,

the wear and tear of life has stained

my skin-

within

the cracks grow long,

what once so strong

now wounded, bleeding

as my soul pleading

begs for release from

time’s relentless march,

the Minutemen beat at the door,

I ask for just a moment more-

or two

with you.

Where were we when

began the end?

Why did we sneer

and jeer,

the thought that all might end

and no longer could pretend

still called this life so real..

I feel,

I feel…

abandoned.

Future is but a memory

and past has long forgotten me.

But this sweet moment

here and now

etched on creased

and weary brow

will for eternity be pressed

in memory’s book of

happiness.

CKP Copyright words and photos 2019

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Hanging Around/Photography

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The empty air between us seems

so thick, so distant, as in dreams.

Memory fades to hazy view,

framed in melancholy hue.

Razor’s edge once cut so deep

now

rusts in pools of tears I weep.

I wept-no more-the well is dry,

the burden gone, with wings I fly,

no more bemoan what might have been,

how sadder now the days than then-

still…

above the noise sometimes is found

the thought of you hanging around,

the buzz,

the glint,

the sting,

the scent,

more bitter than sweet.

 

CherylKp 2018

 

This fellow and another were determined to be noticed this weekend. So I stood there with my camera taking dozens of shots in manual mode just to capture the essence in one or two images. I was determined too!

 

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