Someone Told Me

Someone told me that Winter was the worst.

Leaving what was and walking behind.

Not looking back or to the side.

When I hear about the new,

I think of what I did.

I can do nothing now.

Visiting the past can hurt

and  heal but still

I know what was and still is.

~ JC ~

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( I haven't written in a while.

Not that what I do would be called writing.

The color red reminded me of

my heart and what I have done

and what I cannot do.

I watch now and hope

that what I did was ok.)



Visiting

It was always warm when I went.

The steps would make my shoes muddy.

Sometimes there were trails that lead.

Sprinkers could be heard.

We'd get lost sometimes but always find her.

She'd be under the shade of the tree.

Waiting for our return.

I'd try not to step on the neighbors.

Wasn't always easy.

Off I'd go to get some water.

After a while, we'd leave.

I would look back and smile.

The Lilacs would last a while.

~ JC ~

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Melting Tides

As the window fell, 

I saw the aspects of you.

Hidden within the shine.

No gathering of thoughts.

Just waves of knowing

that the way you were,

was sitting on the edge.

Always looking below

to see if the winds were near.

Nothing blocked me from

the thoughts of looking

towards the inner glow.

Tilting forward to catch

the melting tides of

what I knew.

~ JC ~

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Magpie Tales is a weekly photo prompt.

Always Stairs ...

Huge steps going up

Lots of shoes near

One little girl walks her way

Hoping to hold that handle

Too many between her

Always scared

Don't look up

Keep walking

Hold on tight

There it is

Stop and turn around

That mean dark stairway

Passing that button

Maybe I should push it

Everyone would get out of my way

~ JC ~

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