Tag Archive | daily prompts

99. Miscarriage 

And here you stand before me, 
With windswept hair, 
As my dreams go drifting
Through the air, 

You turn away
Without a care, 
And you walk from me 
To who knows where. 

You don’t turn back, 
You don’t catch your breath, 
You don’t stop to wonder why, 
You don’t ask me, 
You don’t answer, 
You don’t stop when I cry. 

Every bridge that you burn, 
Every page that you turn, 
Every moment that never returns, 
Every day I will yearn
For you, 
For you, 
For you, 
For you.

©Brindology 2015 

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Daily prompt: Lovingly

94. Walk in my shoes 

If you could walk in my shoes,
Would you hear what I hear?

If you could walk in my shoes,
Would you comprehend my fear?

If you could see what I see, 
Would you understand me?

If you could walk in my shoes,
Would your judgment disappear?

©Brindology 2017 

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Daily prompt: Replacement

91. Another human being 

How do you understand me?
With what eyes do you see my face?
I am just another human being in this world, 
just like you.

How do you choose to look at my actions and decide what you want to think of me?

Do you see me in the problems of your past?
Does my presence today haunt you still?

I am just another person. 

I do not know the way to tear the sorrow from your heart. 
I do not have the answers you seek. 
I do not think you are broken beyond repair. 

Let’s take some time to know ourselves and each other,
today and tomorrow. 
Imagine what a different world we could wake up to,
where assumptions no longer rule our hearts. 

©Brindology 2017

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Daily prompt: Automatic

90. Talk is cheap

For the man thinks she knows nothing and so he tells her to be quiet. 

For the man thinks she sees nothing and so he tells her where the sun rises. 

For the man thinks he knows something and so he doesn’t listen, but keeps on talking –

Not knowing 
She knows 
He knows 
Nothing. 

©Brindology 2017

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Daily prompt: Simple

87. Footsteps near the dying 

Be still for a little longer, please. 
Let me walk in the fragrance of your breath
And the shadow of your death;
My footsteps will no longer awaken you,
I promise you.

If I may only remember you for a little while more,
I shall keep a piece of you with me forever, 
Enshrined deep within my heart. 

You never knew how ardently I loved you. 

(Rest in peace, David Bowie.)

©Brindology 2016

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Daily prompt: Exquisite

86. Of so long ago 

She was beautiful, long ago. 
She had a carefree smile and she swung her hips seductively as she walked.
He couldn’t ever take his eyes off her. 

That was a long time ago. 

Now, they sit beside each other like strangers, unable to bear the sharing of their common breath.
No words fill the space between them. 

She had grown inwards, unable to comprehend the loss he was experiencing.
She was still beautiful; but he couldn’t see her face anymore. 

©Brindology 2015 

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Daily prompt: Exquisite

85. And Death did come

And Death did come today. 

And Death may not bring with him the absence of pain.

And Death may not heed our cries, 
Nor look us in the eye,
But with a scythe so sharpened on the necks of the ones gone before
Remove us from the misery of life. 

And Death may come tomorrow,
No, he most certainly will. 

(In memory of Alan Rickman.)

©Brindology 2016

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Daily prompt: Someday

84. Holding on

I stand here holding this rope
tightly,
right here,
alone.
Nobody stands beside me.

I look into the distance and see nothing.
I turn around,
but there is only darkness.

I know Birth holds one end
and Death, the other.
Which way do I go?

I’m too afraid to let go and I’m not sure if I’m going in the right direction.
I’m afraid to let go,
I don’t want to lose my footing and fall.

This rope is all I have.

©Brindology 2017

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Daily prompt: Cling

83. Dance into the dream

The end stands here
Where the beginning was once,
Our paths might never meet again,
So let us just dance.

Our past doesn’t always stay the same,
Every moment changes it at once,
Tomorrow might never really get to breathe,
So this might be our only chance.

The end is here
Where the melody has played more than once,
Come, let us drift into yesterday
Even though we never began our dance.

©Brindology 2015

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Daily prompt: Uneven

82. Captain of my own ship

I see the blue waves
Coming at me

I know there’s misery
Waiting for me

I wait for minutes
To pass me by

I know this moment
Will have to die

I don’t need answers
Don’t need a how or why

I see the horizon
And the sun is high

I keep my head up
Can’t you see

I know the blue waves
Are coming at me

Listen
Listen
Listen
There’s a sound of hope
A song that’s meant for you and me

Listen
Listen
Listen
There’s tomorrow coming
A better day for you and me

I see blue waves
Will they keep me afloat
Can I trust them to cradle me
Like a mother only can

I see blue waves
Will they keep me afloat

©Brindology 2017

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Daily prompt: Float