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THREE THINGS CHALLENGE #M465
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Prompt Words: Exclaim, Deny, Defy

To deny the accusations foisted upon her by the most evil of persons, merely exacerbated her perceived guilt. To defy the majority, friends who were no longer friends, but despised and hateful enemies, would bring more heartache, more pain.

The betrayal so unbearable, so completely asinine and wholly unfair. She wanted, needed to exclaim to the entire world, to beg those who she believed knew her best, please. Just, please believe me. Do not turn your backs on me, do not walk away. It was not I that perpetrated these grievances against you.

She would defy all of them. She would not break. Would not allow their moral sickness to corrupt her. Shaking her head, she turned and walked away. Leaving them all behind her.

Always apart
forever entwined
Never together
destinies unwind

Bright burning stars
in separate galaxies
Liquid darkness spreads
between the coming and going

The universe spins
a glimpse then you’re gone
Feeling you out there
so very very far away

Surrounded by planets
moons and meteors
Asteroids abound
all circling your cloud

Your pull is strong
beckons and taunts
An elliptical orbit
gathering and leaving behind

Hands now open nothing
to hold your star out of touch
A trail of of warm memories
glistens in your wake

ocean, scar, channel, stone, dark, bar, drift, rainy, honor, shift, eyes, charms

Along a little known ocean channel
sits a bar dark with age and sorrow
It’s walls decorated by the charms
of souls long past or long ago lost

The sea has left her scar
of rainy weather and ocean drift
upon its heavy front doors
Her turbulent surf enticingly seductive

Calling both men and women
with the shift of her currents and
undulating waves to capture their eyes
dragging them to her without honor

So delicious and so sweet
a very good midnight treat
Tidbits and good leftovers
from the fridge’s innermost corners

When sprinkled all around
pieces upon the ground
Dogs howl with gratitude
for this lack of attitude

Love is not a midnight snack
it is a full blown heart attack
When doled out in bits and pieces
every day that love decreases

Though many shards make a whole
their sharpened edges cut the soul
Of the one left waiting all alone
craving more bits and pieces at home

Alone in the morning
and in the afternoon
Alone in evening
when darkness conquers
my light

Alone inside the beast
that is black as blackest night
Alone as the sun’s reaching
rays chase away
my fright

Alone at my birth
just like all the rest
Alone when I die
that’s what I
fear most

He waited. Around the corner, crouched low, listening. He could hear her footsteps, further away at first; growing louder with the molasses of time.

Closer now. He could smell her soft scent up ahead, hear her knees crackle as she straightened, see the scuffed white leather of her running shoes.

Nearly there, a little closer. Just beneath the light, there, there, yes!!

“Come on Killer! Let’s go boy! Time to go home!” The woman called the big, loping dog to her side.

Bucket full of life
overflowing past the brim
A home, family and wife
days filled with friends

Farms and gardens galore
children grown into nice men
Grandkids around and even more
a love hidden not of his kin

His love knows no bounds
an energy unsurpassed
Everyone clamors around
such a stark contrast

To the one left alone
that one forbidden love
Tending her gardens of gold
in dirt stained gloves

On the outside looking in
not a part of the whole
Face turned to the wind
it’s music her scrolls

His world swirling in mirth
deep loves held in his grip
Hers tending the Earth
tethered to his fellowship

Antique voice box
hanging on the yellowed wall
Waiting patiently
for another call

No ring from that telephone anymore
an early relic left long ago
Should it ring loud and true
no one to answer a friendly hello

Craftsmanship gleams from that box
skillful detail in each cranny and nook
Time rolls on leaving behind an old
telephone hanging from its old hook

Frogs are singing
deep bass croaking calling
calling where’s my mate

Lady frogs harmonize
higher alto answering
I am here I am here

Seagulls squeal above
soprano voices hailing
warning all who walk below

Crows squawk in tenor timbre’s
fighting words to all their foes
battling for bits of shiny treasure

Spiders weave a web of sorrow
for their unsuspecting prey
food or love it waits in silent ambush

Swaying in her lonely garden swing
moving slightly to and fro
watching natures magnificent show

In response to prompt from
RDP SATURDAY: CHANGE
Hosted by Punam at
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Summer ends
warm days
soft breezes
seasons change

Life moves on
leaves turn color
red yellow and orange
ride the wind to the ground

The chill of Fall
secedes to the cold
gusts of Winter
snowflakes dance upon the air

Change inevitable
settles in comfortably
against the wishes of many
change never changes at all