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Another Lazy Sunday (lemmy.world)
submitted 1 year ago* (last edited 1 year ago) by MisterMonster@lemmy.world to c/writingclub@lemmy.world
 
 

As another Sunday draws to a close
I wish again for more time to repose
There will always be more goals to meet
Chores to be done, promises to keep
But I postpone all of those
For the weekdays' hectic throes
And slide back under warm covers to sleep

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I trudge down long dirt roads with my dog nearly every day
we often wander far and wide until twinkling stars appear
Last night something lurking out there bade us come and play
Shadow tried to turn tail but I clipped the leash and pulled her near

Onward we strode, crossing overgrown trails
Shadow dragging behind while I silenced her wails
Stabbed by thick underbrush, I strangely felt no fear
driven by fierce desire, carving into that wild frontier

Faint moonlight crept through branches
but shifting shadows made it hard to see
A sudden rustling in shrub patches
again sent my brave bitch trying to flee

Then bright red eyes burst through the dark
appearing, encircling, and congregating
Gleefully returning Shadow’s frantic bark
their numbers rapidly accumulating

As my breath was ripped away
recalled old nighttime terrors
Forced to kneel and pray
beaten for unruly errors

But Mama, it wasn't my mistake last night
making me the bloodthirsty beast of now
All those admonishments borne from spite
compelled me to paths you did not allow

Shadow at first fought our transformation
finally submitting without further fuss
to forest freaks facilitating our aberration
with sharp-toothed slices and claw cuts

Tonight we are reborn, and lumbering towards your house
hopefully the horrid howling drowns out your fearful shouts
It will be good to kneel and pray together as a family once again
and we'll remake your humble home into a lycanthrope's den

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A stack of unfinished poems
strewn across dusty floorboards
Discarded dreams denied homes
briefly adored but now ignored

Upon scraps of crinkled papers
scribbled stanzas so sincere
In time whose promise tapers
leaving their memory to disappear

By damaged windows drift in drafts
for this forum of found phantoms
Judging the absent authors' crafts
with attempting awesome anthems

One distressed edge curls to reveal
faint recollections of fragrant flowers
At an age when trifles were ordeals
and the greatest goal was superpowers

Underneath are found a pair of elevens
with a short ode to harmonic symmetry
Sending this sentimental slice of heaven
launched upward into air from obscurity

Love conquers all but for the unblessed
in this tale with ending not yet met
Though will be revealed once possessed
after abandonment delivers regret

Below lies broken tender hearts laid bare
that tried-and-true but typical display
Tears soaked through sheets without a care
words shrouded by smudges wiped away

An angry roar as a bastard child is scorned
on a floating fragment of inferred imagery
Then a woeful wail for a parent mourned
as an outcast orphaned simile

This lonely land lies barren now
its secrets seeking to be reclaimed
Hoping someone someday somehow
breathes life anew into affect unchained

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