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Sunny June Day

How the sky seems cold without its quilt of clouds:

how the trees seem overburdened under the noisy armies of leaves:

how the grass is so green it must be dead beneath the toxic paint:

Chic Summer Meadow 350-B.

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abbeyagreen in Poetry & Free Verse

Used to

And when I feel those chords

One two three

I feel you

Or rather

The place you used to be

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still

the flame still flickers yes I hold the candle yet, 

oblivious to the hot wax dripping 

as long as there’s a world 

where I might have you back

Challenge
What is on your Christmas wish list? Write your letter to Santa or just a list of your wishes for Christmas...
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abbeyagreen in Poetry & Free Verse

For me?

Snow falling,

that time already?

Well gee since you asked.. 

A piece of this,

a piece of that,

oh, and if you've the time

      my bloody heart back.

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As long as I don't think too much

    want too much

          breathe too much

I'm fine 

Challenge
Prose Challenge of the Week #49 : Use this sentence to inspire your piece of poetry or prose: "We are all broken." The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100 and will be placed first on our Spotlight page and the runner-up will receive 1000 coins. When sharing to social media, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
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abbeyagreen

I don’t remember

Do you remember that night I drove to pick you up,

the road running us back to your place?

I liked the way your carpet pressed against my back

Do you remember the night we stayed up with the stars?

2am slipping into 5am,

and we huddled close

even though it wasn't cold

Do you remember the day you left?

Sun pounding the road,

my mind pouring reasons for you not to go

I don't remember the last time you told me I was pretty

or the last hour I didn't feel you

slipping slowly away

So I sip my tea and read my books

to forget how it felt

to feel

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abbeyagreen in Poetry & Free Verse

Out

I miss the sound of you sighing,

swallowing the world

In

then, slowly,

the world clinging to your chest,

where it was safe

and could harbor rest,

Out

Snow lost in the leaves,

it fell at your feet, oh

to roam through your head,

climb o’er lost frozen peaks,

Winter

In

Autumn 

Out

In that final goodbye

you sighed ’fore you left,

now I’ll not forget

Barbed blade so easy

In

rough ripping

Out

Challenge
Prose Challenge of the Week #48: You’ve won the election. Summarise your manifesto in a micropoem or haiku. The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge #itslit #getlit.
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Manifesto

   Only words until now

now bills, treaties, speeches

        only words still

         now my words

               only

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                     A

                   leaf

              underwater

         pale yellow slipping

  in waves seen but not saved

         down to the depths

             never again

                 to see

                  light

                    of

                   day

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