https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2024/05/19/three-things-challenge-m699/ YANK, YIELD, YESTERDAY
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Tears yield no relief
Yesterdays’ mental locusts
Chomp brief peace to bits
Prayer: let memories be yanked
Burned in some faraway field
©Lenna Boat, 2024
https://weeklyprompts.com/2024/05/01/weekly-prompts-wednesday-challenge-regret/
“They” say it’s wasted
Breath to indulge in regret
Profoundly futile
Exercise of mind and soul
None of us can change the Past
Yet it aches so deep
Drives heart down old dead-end streets
Headed for a crash
Hopefully fatal at last
Never to recall again
Those worst decisions
Squandered opportunities
Words I can’t take back
Deeds that shame me to marrow
There aren’t enough tomorrows
For making amends
I’m glad I’ve got a Savior
On whom I depend
To love me into wholeness
Since I’ve burned the bridge of friends
©Lenna Boat, 2024
https://mindlovemisery.wordpress.com/2024/04/29/mlmm-wordle-370/ Prompt words: clear, past, memory, laughter, childhood, chatter, thoughts, play, friends, stop, secrets, whispers
Too clear, the Past’s memories
They chatter, whisper secrets
Will not stop their torment
Remind me there were no
Friends nor childhood play
(Laughter stifled, fearing fury)…
Oh how pitiful I sound, such
Melodramatic meandering
Thoughts–surely I exaggerate
Make much ado of nothing
More than imagined offences…
Perhaps most memories are
Murky, mired in muddy bogs–
But why would I deceive, use
Dreadful image to disguise
If I’d lived glittered fairy tale
Been someone’s treasured prize…
©Lenna Boat, 2024
https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2024/04/27/weekend-writing-prompt-361-pilgrimage/
This heart cannot, will not, must not
Make pilgrimage to the Past–
What’s there but ashes, dust, dry bones
Of dreams, foolish youth’s romantic
Delusions… Nothing of gilded treasure to
Remember, none would greet me gladly…
If ‘sacred’, long road is time-beaten
By bad weather choices, pitted
Potholed decisions, plans gone
Awry for lack of wisdom, maturity
Cautious consideration, counsel…
These soul-shod feet no longer
Steady, strength gone–best not
Count on a hero-samaritan to
Redirect from twisted, brambly
Wrong turns that dead end, and
Those certain burnt bridges–
Dare to focus forward, heart
©Lenna Boat, 2024
(93 words/wordcounter.net)
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