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Month: August 2016

Blood Shot Eyes

Bloodshot Eyes

See how she sits in the onion field and cries,
People pass by unconcerned as to why;
In an onion field she sits and cries.

Has she lost someone? Maybe they’ve died,
Is that the reason? Only we can surmise why;
In an onion field she sits and cries.

What torments has she endured?
Fear and loneliness prominent in her eyes, why;
In an onion field she sits and cries.

No one is interested nothing is said,
About the voices in her head, or why;
In an onion field she sits and cries.

Breda Ware

One Odd Riddle in its Prime

I am always in my prime

I am one of an infinite host

No one can divide me but me and one

I am one from a host of odd characters

Just one of the whole host is even

I never stand side by side

With any of my siblings

There is one exception, though

Who am I?

Rebus

Rebus

Gnarled, contorted, knotted weathered am I,
Stupendous stature ascended have I.
Severed, mutilated, dismantled I lie,
Noble comrades razed either side.
Sapped of life left to die.
Know me ; Who am I?

Breda Ware

Poetic topic – August – Riddles

Dear poets,

our August topic is Riddles so you can write a poetic riddle in any way you wish and let the others guess. We cannot wait for the fun! 🙂

Marie, Jarek & Adam

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