October Poetry Challenge: Day 13, 14, 15, & 16

A Calling

 

Every month

the mournful wind calls

and I must endure it-

for the town that ignores my presence,

for the ones who aren’t yet born.

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Want

 

If you asked me what I wanted,

I would sit back, stumped.

Other than escaping this tower,

I have no idea of what I should want-

could want.

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Let’s Go to the Sea

 

If the wind wails a horrible tune,

then the sea promises to heal.

Or this is what I believe.

 

I can only see the pale stretch of sapphire

lined with white foam,

of what I imagine must be waves.

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Alone

 

The dance of the leaves

reminds me of swaying trees

and forgotten friends.

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Hope you’re all having a great week!

Loie