Gone

I don’t suffer fools gladly

and I think that’s why I don’t like me anymore.

I search for you in the margins

and find your footprints in the sand;

embedded, resolute,

defying the soft wash of the tide

as it lazies itself to the shore. 

There is permanence in your absence.

I have toothache in my heart,

it is throbbing away and I can’t stand the pain. 

I miss you.

Anna :o]

Shared with the good folk at Real Toads - Cheers for hosting, Marian!

Image:  Courtesy of  Flickr

Author:  WiSch/Foto

It's All About Love

Uncomplicated: life in the slow lane.

Skin wrinkles; bones tire.

She breaks fast as the day dawns,

sips tea as the sun shines,

loves him for all time. 

Summer is fading as the light in their eyes. 

Content with the season,

love undiminished,

life lived as a passion,

they welcome the fall.

Anna :o]

Kerry at Real Toads has us writing of “Uncomplicated Things” as micro poetry (ten lines or less) and above is my offering.  Cheers Kerry!

Image:  Courtesy of Wikimedia Commons (and the poems title stolen from there as it seemed so apt).

Author:   Candida Performa

Hope

Fresh we were,

fresh with the hope and the dreams

that are the spirit of youth,

we would reshape the world,

fashion war into peace

with naught but flowers in our hair

and love in our hearts.

Older now, we have nothing but hope…

Anna :o]

De at dVerse has us writing a quadrille, which is a verse of exactly forty-four words.  Today we must include some form of the word Dream.  Cheers De!

Image:  Courtesy of  Wikimedia Commons

Author:  Department of Defense