Dark thoughts rollicked in my mind –
ones that created such havoc inside.
They kept me moaning and awakening –
murmuring all throughout the night.
Quiet! I would cry; shutting my eyes
but to no avail, since dark thoughts
do as they please and never compromise.
The next morning, the sky was clear,
but the murkiness within hadn’t disappeared.
Taking a breath so deep, it reached
down into my very being and took grasp
of the misery, the dankness, and the duress.
I exhaled with all my might and watched
as those portentous thoughts spilled out.
Nowhere to go, they floated to the sky
where they stare like ominous specters –
wishful and waiting to come back inside.
Photograph by FlyTrapMan (Click here to visit and follow his blog). ❤
Poet Rummager 
Lovely poem : ) as alwz : ))
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Thank you so much! 😍
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beautiful and empowering lines!
let them hover up there and just wave every now and then 🙂
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Thank you!! Oh, my gosh – I love your suggestion! I will do just that ❤
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🙂 mine are up there somewhere as well, they might become friends 😉
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Scary one
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Boo! 👻 xo
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Timely this, as I had a similar night last night!
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I’m sorry. 😦 I’ll try to scare those specters away for you with bright thoughts — 🌞🌞🌞 Hoping for a better night tonight. 🙂
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Thank you – it worked
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Beautiful poem; I think those thoughts are going around. Must be something in the air.
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Many thanks, Oggy!! Really? Perhaps you ought to write about your specters? I love a good scare 👻💋
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Those dark things never really go away.
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Just like naughty thoughts! 😉
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Lol…you have that right.
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Beautifuly written. You opened it perfectly with that opening line. But that finale, was PERFECTION. Sme dark moments, memories, or events never want to go away. Unable to appropriately express the greatness of this poem.
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Thanks so much, Andrew! I’m happy you enjoyed the specters. Fly’s amazing photo guided the words.
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Great work.
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Wowww.. I can so relate my now to your poem. Very beautifully penned down 🙂
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You’re always charming and positive, Neena. Thank you. 🌹💝
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You truly have a way with words 🙂
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It’s actually the words that have their way with me. Thanks Tracey – yeah, I merely pen the poetry as the specters murmur into my ear. 👻😘
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Hopefully I can develop a better connection with my inner voice!
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Ah, I believe you’re single then? Love, too, makes that inner voice talk nonstop. 😉
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You got it right on! Lol, I’ve had mixed feelings about who I have started talking to because I have been unlucky so far haha. At the moment, I’m focusing on building the family name and hopefully I’ll find love in the future 😜 Ohh and btw how do you like my blog’s new layout (desktop version). Went through a lot of changes last night to see if I could better the environment of my readers 😁
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Excellent choice to focus on what your priorities are! We all go through heartaches but never give up on love, dear Tracey. I’ll look over your updated site on my PC soon! I think you’re very smart to find ways to be innovative. Speaking of being innovative, I did notice you went with the orange and black for your logo! I think your logo looks very polished and eye-catching (hmm, just like you!). 😊
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Thanks Rose 😀 I definitely won’t give up!
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I do , do understand the emotions in your poem so well, Rose. Touching stuff and as always well illustrated by Mr Fly.
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Thanks Paula! 👻🌷
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Bonsoir
Le Bonheur est une plume
La plus légère qui soit
Jamais assez belle pour toi
Ma Plume je la partage avec toi
Le Bonheur se cueille comme une fleur
Il faut prendre soin avec précaution
Il faut attention que celui-ci ne se fane pas
Par ces petits mots de Bonheur
Passe une agréable soirée
Prends bien soin de toi
Bises , Bernard belle semaine
Je t’offre un petit café ou tisane
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Thank you Bernard! I appreciate the cup of tea 🙂
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Nice images reading your words. Thank you, Rose. n_n
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Thanks my darling Peruvian friend!😘
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☺
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I know this one well
Great one Rose
Sheldon
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Thanks Sheldon. 🌼 🌸 💐
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Deep metaphors. Excellent work….and a life lesson all in one.
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Thank you very much for your visit and wonderful words! 🌼 🌸 💐
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You are very welcome!
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“…The next morning, the sky was clear,
but the murkiness within hadn’t disappeared.” — My new favorite expression! Nice job! Watch out for the cloud specters.
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Thanks Fly! I adore the cloud specters — one of my favorite photos of yours. 👻☁️
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I love that last three lines. Also, WordPress is wonky. Somehow it unfollowed your blog (not the first time it’s happened to me, either). And you know I never would!
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Thank you! WP always messes with my followers… sorry about that. 🌼 🌸 💐
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Portentous thoughts spilling out of the mind. Very vividly painted in the poem.
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Thank you so much, Somali. 💐🌷💝
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Reblogged this on Crazy Pasta Child.
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Thanks Penney. 💐💋🌷
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A dark poem but the graphical expressions have made it really evocative… 🙂
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I love your words. You have such a wonderful vocabulary, Mani. 💝🌷
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Now, that just made me happy… 😀 Thank you..I love the way you use your words… 🙂
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😍
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I think Marianne Faithful sang, “What are you fighting for?” O Poet, just surrender!
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Ah, darling, I have surrendered many times, but those specters get exhaustive after awhile! 😀
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“Be careful, lest in casting out your demon you exorcise the best thing in you.”
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I’ll never look at clouds the same…
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Just be careful! They may be looking at you 😉
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I wouldn’t let them back inside if I were you. If they refuse to move, perhaps you could run away from them when they’re not looking.
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Lol! Great idea! I’m supposed to go outside in a few hours, so I’ll be sure to slip on my running shoes. ☁️🌁⛅️
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The cloud on the left does look like a ghost, but not for long. Should I leave the ominous mood of this fine photo/poem combination intact? Nah.
Wishful and waiting,
dark thoughts float high in the sky.
The wind scatters them.
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LOVE your haiku, Mel darling! xo
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OH GOD! They wait!
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FUCK EVIL CLOUDS ^_^
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