My mother’s last sleep—
Moon, I covet what you watched,
before night stole her
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Teresa Renton
Inhaling life, exhaling stories, poetry, prose, flash or fusions. An imperfect perfectionist who writes and recycles words. I write because I love how it feels to make ink patterns & form words, like pictures, on a page.
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The One
We shared stars one night, molten by a Cupid moon, fused in sunlight’s kiln. * * * * * Thank you for spending a moment with my words. If you like the way I play with letters from the alphabet, I would be honoured to have you as my guest, on my profile, where you can read whatever takes your fancy. If you’d like to read more haiku they’re all here:
By Teresa Rentonabout a year ago in Poets
If You Love Me, You'll Do It
I met Jason when I was five years old. I could say that I loved him from the moment I saw him. He was so handsome to me and I felt in awe by his presence. When they introduced him as the new kid in school, I wanted to be his friend right away. I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember his smile and how he didn't seem shy. He appeared confident and ready to learn. I waved at him and said "hello," before anyone else could even say a word. He sat next to me, and I asked him if he wanted to be friends. He looked so happy as he said, "Yes!"
By Sidney Smith (Sid Smith)8 days ago in Fiction
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Wow, the idea that the moon saw her last moments. That was such an interesting angle on such a common, yet sad occurrence, that many deal with. Amazing and emotional work!
The moon sees it all. well done. Also, sorry for your loss.