Writing

Gathering mourn

By Denise Carruthers / 17th May, 2018

Early eerie fog Gathering pace tic tic Still life painted far from sleep Dark without How quiet sounds interminable Metronome of murmured silence tic tic Grief is her companion, Ghosts…

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Melancholy nights

By Denise Carruthers / 14th May, 2018

Please, don’t let it be an eerie place. Let bluebells ring unto the night Close the snows of winter past Perhaps, the silver moon will beam across the lake to…

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Fever

By Denise Carruthers / 11th May, 2018

Night comes seeking cold, Lays over me, taking my breath. I wake in the River and my dreams have drowned.

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I am a riddle

By Denise Carruthers / 11th May, 2018

I am the jangled nerves of waiting. A dispassionate white room cold. I am an ever present fear and a much dreaded departure. The loudest wailing prayers and sobs, a…

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The lottery

By Denise Carruthers / 10th May, 2018

I’m walking the road – And a hint of something halted me, a step away from a great uncovered hole….then, whoosh green whirling smoke, six foot of ebony draped in…

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writing woes

By Denise Carruthers / 9th May, 2018

I’m walking down that road, the rocky one, sure that I will fall and afraid that I was never on the road at all. But merely, a bystander a refugee…

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Recipe for sex

By Denise Carruthers / 6th May, 2018

Recipe for sex yes yes yes beaten pounded keep it in the kitchen unbound apron strings make it on the table take it up a notch whip appeal stirring slowly…

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Black Cat

By Denise Carruthers / 4th May, 2018

#UnspokenFears Mad indeed would I be to expect belief and yet you see me here before you bound by such insanity. Pussy lives below but cries at the door. To…

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broken highway

By Denise Carruthers / 3rd May, 2018

Still & breathless against the tree. By the shiver of the leaves she knew. Dark had followed. Her sighs send silent prayer. For yellow bird who sang the sun. Who…

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The loneliest whale

By Denise Carruthers / 30th April, 2018

30 #NaPoWriMo 52 on a sea of sound waves High & apart A mourn for love To ride the seas To be my one & only I’m calling since the…

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Then there was light

By Denise Carruthers / 29th April, 2018

29 #NaPoWriMo Sin of serpent’s spit & spent Fermented apple came insider her Ensuing laugh that fractured night Broken waters take her breath Then, a light burble Compensation for the…

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postcard sentiment

By Denise Carruthers / 28th April, 2018

28 #NaProWriMo Pity the picture in his mind A hastily written postcard Scant sentiment that leaves him wondering If all love comes slippery Scrawls and scribbles for his heart Does…

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that’s a turn up for the books

By Denise Carruthers / 27th April, 2018

27 #NaPoWriMo The nine of swords say fears & nightmares crossed with the nine of cups and I’ve paid my dues But I won’t turn up anymore Let me be…

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NonSense

By Denise Carruthers / 26th April, 2018

26 #NaPoWriMo NonSense Somebody or nobody everywhere & nowhere only memory to guide this darkness He Noticed sound or rather lack of it In silence was an echo Seeing blackness…

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Labels disable

By Denise Carruthers / 25th April, 2018

25 #NaPoWriMo You want put a label on me Awhile wearing tickets To ride like everyone Hot blows your wind and foul When you hide your flaws By making them…

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Come to me

By Denise Carruthers / 24th April, 2018

Blow,  blow ye soft winds of time. Take me,  but gentle now,  along the lane; A tender tread,  to touch my memory Bring me the past wrapped in you. A…

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Eulogy

By Denise Carruthers / 24th April, 2018

24 #NaPoWriMo As grief clutches my heart Clouds fill the sky I wonder for life beyond Without the one who shines I reach for love, for anything something to make…

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Twisted Time

By Denise Carruthers / 24th April, 2018

The beginning of the past A child’s vision hangs The youth fashioning the knot That young adult refines Repeatedly over and again Became twisted became regret But as time teaches…

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Fickle

By Denise Carruthers / 24th April, 2018

fate’s hand her fingers tangling my line unkind of her to play with me to keep me dangling taunting me with dreams then snatching them without a chance and why…

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I heard you the first time

By Denise Carruthers / 23rd April, 2018

23 #NaPoWriMo Revving engines Sky plane soar Horns object to chicken play Blinds twitch n silent sight Balls thud, Thud, thud Range o bells Ding, dong door Cacophony of senses…

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