Wandering alone
dark quagmires freeze
lost in time
wandering alone
deep in thought
I get lost
~
dark quagmires freeze
scattered trees look like ghosts
with skinny arms
~
lost in time
bumped into ghosts of bygone
tears freeze on my cheek
© Tournesol ’15
the cold and your sadness at this time must weigh you down but as long as you can use them to create beautiful poetry all is not lost. Sometimes our best creativity comes from a dark, lonely place. All the best 🙂 Suzanne
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I find darkness has so many great poems and prose too. It seems the extremes from very bright to very dark inspires the most.
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Yes I totally agree – extreme situations do bring out creativity – and sometimes it’s just good to vent. I just did here http://artifactsandfictions.com/2015/01/29/a-demented-rave-loosely-disguised-as-a-haibun/
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I’ve been there —
it’s where the heart and mind meet,
and from it, we can rise like a Phoenix. 🙂
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For like the phoenix
From ashes we must rise
To see the light of day.
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🙂 Spoken like an ancient Egyptian ! 🙂
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