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[White Witch]

Thought I might be smarter to put my writing, if any, in a topic instead of Old Members. Anyone else feel free to add your own as well.

SHE WEEPS

At night when alone she weeps.
In the early morning hours she speaks to him.
Mid morning she gazes out at the garden remembering him.
By late afternoon she has cried herself to exhaustion.
Supper comes and goes with tea and toast his chair empty.
Mid evening boxes of photos surround her.
Gently she strokes his face in the photograph.
Late evening she stares at the bed they shared.
The imprint of his head still in the feather pillow.
The scent of his cologne still on the sheets.
By midnight they are dancing in her dream.
At night when alone she weeps.

By: WW



TAKE ME BACK

Take me back to the first moment I heard your voice.
Please utter those tender words of adoration warmly to into my ear in a whisper.
Your features have gracefully aged.
You stimulate luxurious emotions that constantly envelop me.
Your salt and pepper hair falls easily through my fingers, soft to the touch.
Your large hazel eyes endlessly gaze into mine.
Your full lips form each word you sing in rich seductive tones.
Exquisite is the man you are.

By: WW

Edited by White Witch, 10 January 2013 - 09:46 PM.

[meanderer]

Very good, White Witch - I like 'em!

...but please don't use the black font color on a deep gray background...? ok?

[jimmary]

I agree with meanderer...on both counts, WW.

[White Witch]

Sorry I copied and pasted from word.

[jimmary]

Word.

[White Witch]

Picky LOL

[White Witch]

TAKE ME BACK

Take me back to the first moment I heard your voice.
Please utter those tender words of adoration warmly into my ear in a whisper.
Your features have gracefully aged.
You stimulate luxurious emotions that constantly envelop me.
Your salt and pepper hair falls easily through my fingers, soft to the touch.
Your large hazel eyes endlessly gaze into mine.
Your full lips form each word you sing in rich seductive tones.
Exuisite is the man you are.

By:WW

Hopefully now you can read it guys.

[meanderer]

I thought it seemed familiar! Yes, I can read it now. I read it before, but it took a while! That's a good one, WW.

[jimmary]

Good morning everyone.
Yes, that is a nice one as well, and more reablelier, though my hair is not salt and pepper...and my eyes haven't been hazel since I was a kid. Other than that, just tell me to shut-up.

[White Witch]

There I sat, music blaring, wondering how I had gotten to this point in my life? A slide show of the past plays out in my head. Pain the dramatic substance of my being. Many mistakes and regrets to torture myself with in the last minutes of life on earth. Phrases from the music the words dig sharp into what is left of my heart. What had I been thinking the past years? The collision course was clearly marked but I refused to acknowledge it. The thought of all the people who had come and gone from my life, several were trash. They had brought nothing to me but more frustration than was necessary. This isn’t the woman I sought to be. I see myself dressed in black wondering through a forest undetected by life. A shock of red crinoline can barely be seen under the mass of heavy material I ware. I weave through the trees running from the monster I have created. Roots trip me, bushes tear at my skirt and young vines tangle within my hair. This isn’t the life I imagined. Murky storm clouds gather in the sky beyond the forest. Hail begins to fall within seconds its violent sting is felt on my skin.

By: WW

Edited by White Witch, 22 January 2013 - 11:49 AM.

[jimmary]

Broodingly descriptive with a stroke of fantasy.

[meanderer]

I like it too, WW. Very vivid imagery!

[White Witch]

Still working on the rest of it. Thank you for your kind words.

[kats_god]

Very nice work.

[Puti]

WW, you are amazing!

Oh, and you too kats_god. I've been enjoying your art work ever since I've been here.