WrenWind

*click clack*

It is driving me nuts

*click clack*

pause then

*click clack*

Over and over again, the sound is begining to eat at my brain.

Here I sit in my pit with the railroad tracks above me the only light I see is in flashes from between each of the coal cars as they fly by to destinations unknown.

*click clack*

Two more years of this and maybe i will be able to pay the company store back and get my own place.

*lifts the pick axe and goes back to work trying to shut out the noise*

*click clack*

Creapy !!

I think you can be tought to a certain point but to be a great writer you need to have imagination and a desire to put it to paper.

Why do I write?

Because I can't paint. The pictures that are in my head need an outlet somewhere.

My poems are ways to say things that I have difficulty getting out verbally

*chuckles* lovely story full of colour and humour

Happy Day!!!

The world to day is wet . Rain pours down with a constant rythm. Trudging along a muddy path that stretches for here to there and back again a slip a fall and then you are looking at the world from a whole different perspective.

Green everything is so green. Shades of it from chartruse to emerald shine in the muted light. A drop of water splashed off the tip of your nose. Look up and see a silvery green fairy sitting on a leaf just above your face pushing another water droplet of the tip. She giggles when it hits your cheek then she realizes you are awake and shakes the water from her gossamer wings and flutters out of sight.

You say you didn't mean to

but you did

Your carefully woven words

don't change how I feel

You hurt me deeply

and you don't see

Your denial a flag

that you ment every word

Damn! you

I am worth more

than your words

I will continue to shine

with out you

I cast out your words

forget that I ever met you

I don't need you

i like it also but found the last line a little out of sync but maybe that's just me .

*Hugs*

Now that wet my appetite for more. Well done Tralla great character description. *needs more of the story* it

A tiny sneeze and leaf blown into my path . I couch down slowly and look around where i hought i heard the small sound come from in the dust on the edge of the forest trail I find a fairy sitting on her duff brushing pollen off her nose. "Oh pardon me little lass. Do you need a helping hand ?"

She stands and flutters the dust form her wings ,tips the flower she wears for a hat and flies off with "Thank you but no "

I feel like that now.

*Hugs* and lots of them . I have a son who can not always restrain his anger. Though for different reasons. He has lashed out at me in frustration and anger and broken bones in my hand slammed doors so hard that the whole frame has come out of the wall but he is learning to walk away and deal with his rage and not come back out of his room untill he has calmed down. It is good to hear him say "I need five more min" He is 13 now and is trying hard. But still frightening as he is now as tall as me and very strong.

Hugs and courage. Your Poem is lovely

I have posted this befor but i thought it fits well here too

A Gift

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so tiny

so perfect to look at

every finger a miniature of my own

but they say you are different

they say you may not live

something is wrong behind those beautiful eyes

baby in a plastic box

looking out through a maze of wires and tubes

yet still even so small you smile and coo

years later and i look into those same eyes

a child in a man's body

but still you smile and melt my heart

Wren

strong subject to tackle and well done *hugs*

I sat in a meadow watching the wind blow the grass in waves of green and gold, when a sparkle caught my eye . I followed the glittering and found a fairy caught in a spider's web.

With delicate movements I released her then she sat on my hand for a time to rest. With a nod and a smile she flew away. She whispered "Thank you" and was gone.

Why? It is a question we all ask and most of the time there is no real answer. I have come to beleave that the "why" isn't what is important but how we deal with the things that make us ask why. I like both of your poems today . Made me stop and think.

Pools of shattered feelings

Tiny spot of colour in a sea of blankness

A light of hope shines

The world brightens, you have come

I am wrapped in strength and warmth

Shaking now with grief's release

You let me cry, safe in your arms

A good giggle to start my morning with. Thanks Love

Welcome and congrats

Liked this . Very vivid images.

Wonderful Beloved just wonderfull!

This would make a great beginings to a collection of poems Love.

Tease

Inuendo tossed back and forth

Tension builds delightfully

Flushed and blushing

Out of breath

Read the line again

Faceless body, online heat

The power flickers ,connection gone

Frustration

Argh!!!

Bravo * two boxes of tissues*

Broken heart finds me weeping

Shattered dreams

All my hopes are creeping

Out the door

Empty feeling in my chest

Lost will to care

Maybe it's time for eternal rest

blue pills shine

Selfish way out .won't do it

pills down the drain

Pain is part of how we fit

grab a tissue

Anger is good

*sends her little prince to meet the princess*