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He now possesses
Every want:
A hat, a sweet
Face coat.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Possess in 11 words
All Wants
Poetry
Beguiled
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When she returned home
They thought
She had grown into what they had always
Hoped she’d be.
Instead she was
A mistress of
Illusion.
A mouth that spoke,
A smile that held
A hidden mock,
Bewitching their longing
Into the
Nightmare
She had planned
For them to feel
But not
See.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Beguile in 51 words
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One For The Way
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She knew when she opened the window
That day
That it would be
One
For the way.
The frost on the petals
The chill in the air
The way that stray branches
Scraped against the stair.
The breath of new winter
Kissing her hair.
For the dVerse quadrille challenge: Way
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A Broken Wing
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They stumbled
Broken
On the wind,
Dragging behind
A shattered wing.
Still chanting with
The roar of
Mobs,
Dispersed a faction
That from the
Truth’s been
Robbed.
Their memory
Fogged
By lie’s
Remorse,
Will they attempt to
Correct course?
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Faction in 39 words
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A Marginal Way
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At the very fringe
Of hope,
And even as embers
Of warmth
Barely flickered,
A marginal way
Lived on
In her heart,
Its waves crashing
Full of breath
Against
Life’s rocks.
For Sammi‘s Weekend Writing Prompt: Marginal in 31 words
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Waiting
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He drooped as hours
Lingered
Without any
News.
He tried to read but
Worry clogged his
Views.
He paced awhile but
Found his feet too heavy
As his hope grew
Weak.
The moments stretched
Their languid
Endless
Streak.
“It’s done,”
A soft voice filtered
To him
Through the mist.
“She’s resting comfortably.
So is your newborn son.”
For Sammi‘s Weekend Writing Prompt: Languid in 57 words
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Winter’s Tread
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When the cold gripped hard
And pulled life from the sinews
Of the earth,
And when the wind screamed wild
Among the emptied branches
Overhead,
She’d seek the warm embrace
Of the inglenook’s fireplace
And write a book
Of summer’s heat
Inside her
Head.
For the dVerse quadrille poetry challenge: Inglenook
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Not Long Now
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He failed but would not let it go.
He would not let things rest.
He has to prod and press and woe
In niggling senseless tests.
He cannot accept evidence.
He contradicts all fact.
His weakness grows in petulance
Yet haggle seems he must.
A pity he’s so insecure.
His desperate noisome pouts.
Yet reason in most still endures
And his time will soon run out.
For Sammi‘s Weekend Writing Prompt: Niggle in 66 words
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Windmills
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So he shouts
At the wind
For blowing
To where he did not
Want it,
And demands
Others swear
There’s no wind
Because he’s so
Quixotic.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Quixotic in 26 words
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Compliance
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When all was said and done,
There was no question
Of whether or when
Or why,
She would be expected
To abide by all
The rules they had
Intended to
Apply.
The law was set.
The outcome clear.
She was to follow
And adhere.
For the dVerse quadrille poetry challenge: abide
Na'ama Yehuda 
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