I bleed… I reach the end of things

Copyright – Janet Webb

I pour my lifeblood in a chalice

to satiate your thirst for my pain,

and rid me off my malignant malice,

sipping through this aged champagne,

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renewal it is, a life anew would rise,

as we take these steps apart away,

but leaving a scar within my disguise,

from where I bleed for you, my Frey,

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I walk on to reach the volatile valley,

where I can shed myself to tethers,

here waits for me my last galley,

blazed in a fury, thawing my feathers,

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this is the end, the end of things,

the final words of my dirge rings

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A 100 word poem for Friday Fictioneers.

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Washed up

water riddled path

washed up by the winter drops-

shards of a mirror

watching the reflections move

I count the steps on and back

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Bleeding Sun Haiku

evening noise abound

blue clouds streaked with crimson dots

path of bleeding sun

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*Thanks for all your support and kindness. I have taken my previous post off the blog. But thank you all those who shared kind words; I know I can count on you people to understand me.

Companion Haiku

lone journey of life

looking for a companion

lost on a dark path

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companion for life

my both palms in an embrace

supporting myself

* For Carpe Diem # Companion

Nature’s Spirit Haiku

solitary path

a reticent traveler

destination veiled

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leaving the footprints

walking deep into jungle

step on fallen leaves

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blown away a leaf

maneuvering in fast winds

a storm approaches

* Written in response of Carpe Diem Special # 41.