So quiet the streets,
So still those old swings remain.
Breaking that silence
Are mothers long wails of pain –
There’s not a child left to play.
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Written based on the prompt in The One Minute Writer – Tanka Tuesday. The prompt was “Play“. To learn more about the style of writing. Please check out the original post on TOMW here.
She’s misunderstood,
Surrounded by those of blood –
With kin, yet alone.
Only accepted with friends;
Friends – they’re family she chose.
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To the own family I chose…you’re small but I love you guys and wouldn’t have it any other way! 🙂
Debbie at The Doglady’s Den is hosting the Write Tribe Blog Carnival this week and the theme is friendship. Please check out the other posts and then perhaps post your own here.
Sleep eludes her for,
Sunrise brings with it much change.
She tries to be brave
Knowing that even the worm
Must face the unknown to fly.
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Written based on the prompt in The One Minute Writer – Tanka Tuesday. The prompt was “Change” To learn more about the style of writing. Please check out the original post on TOMW here.
In love they once were
So that photograph would say.
But their love had died.
So she burnt the reminder…
Was reborn as ashes fell.
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