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I became one of those who disappeared…

I became one of those who disappeared…
diving into the belly of disjointed thoughts
malaise, discontent and limbo

I became one of those who disappeared
my voice broken and rusty
like an old unused tap on an abandoned site

I became one of those who disappeared
saving all my energy for survival
battling existential crisis

I became one of those who disappeared…
from out of the deep a voice called
head raised, I stare into the sun

it’s not yet over…

© Jacqueline 2019

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The Silent Ones’…

she turned
unwillingly against her will,
by the stroke of faith
and lottery played
by virtue of birth

she became
one of those diligent
bowed, sad women
who live on a long course
of docile, thankless servitude

she lived 
in fear of showing,
saying or doing the wrong thing
her desires swallowed
dreams doused and denied

she smiled
pretending to have
no misgivings about life
but when you looked closely
silent desperation stood stark and pathetic

© 2019 Jacqueline

 

I know many women like this. Maybe you know one too. They are all around you. Maybe you used to be one of them.

Answer and Question – Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku

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we overthink answers

to life’s simple questions,

human’s complicate matters.

the answer my friend

is already there,

simply rethink your question.

Answer & Question

I totally enjoyed this prompt for this week’s haiku. Several options popped into my head but I settled for this two ‘cos of the message behind them.

Sage and Vine – Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Challenge

 

fruits of the vine

mature with age,

and so does sage.

wisdom, she lost,

buried in the deep cups

of the grapevine.

© Jacqueline 2019

 

Thank you Ronovan, I enjoyed this prompt.

Sage &  Vine

 

Peeking Into The Future…

Do you often wish,

that the future ahead,

you could surely foretell;

knowing every step?

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I stare at the tea leaves

willing it to reveal its secrets, 

I swirl my cup gingerly

but nothing comes up.

I am not a psychic

waiting on tea leaves to tell secrets,

I possess no crystal ball

to peek and tell the future.

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What would life be

if everything is known?

For the fun of living

is to unwrap each day.

©

2018 Jacqueline

Let me ask a pertinent question, have you ever had your tea leaves or coffee grounds read for you? I am curious.

Her Butterflies…

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Her first love,
he gave her a butterfly,
a beautiful, iridescent thing
stuck in a jam jar

Her second love,
he took away the butterfly,
sold it for a nickel,
and left her a fist in the face

Her third love,
he gave her many butterflies
etched in pretty coloured ink,
they lived free on her backside.

©

Jacqueline

I Searched…

None of us is shallow. Many have simply not learnt how to use their shovel. Jacqueline

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I searched for upliftment outside
I saw bits and pieces of it
I saw greedy people grabbing
and holding on to more than they needed

I searched for upliftment within
I saw a bottomless portion
I saw gifts that keep giving
that can be shared with everyone else.

©

Jacqueline