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Poetry
National Poetry Writing Month – April 2022 – A Poem A Day Month – Find My Poems Here: https://dawnreneewrites.com/april-2022-a-month-of-poetry/
Short Stories
Eye of the Storm – Dawn Renee Writes: https://dawnreneewrites.com/eye-of-the-storm/
A Sea Tale | Dawn Renee Writes
Weekend Escape | Dawn Renee Writes
Latest from the Blog
Sharky
Cuddle here with me a while; Let me bury my hands in your fur. You’re only here for a little while, But your soft purr calms me. Your sight is gone, Zoomies are a thing of the past, The playfulness has faded. You just sit by the bed, safe out of the walkways A yowl…
Sage Advice
An evil laugh echoed through the cavern. The trickle of an underground stream splashed her guests as they approached. They had no choice, the opening collapsed. With no other way out they followed her dim lights flickering, emitting a glow from deep. A voice reverberated from the chamber, “Come here my sweets. Gather ‘round. Let…
Break
White blossoms swirl Contrasted against black pavement A glimpse of beauty in a dark world. Fleeting moment of brightness. Grasping them when I can. Drifting, twirling for a moment, Letting go of the tension. Shoulders fall, breath softness A second passes. A light changes then a honk. Back to reality.
Finding Calm
Shell strewn path crunches underfoot Sandals protect from sharp edges Jasmin and coconut lingers on salty air Sometimes home helps reset. A calmness in the middle of a storm Not knowing what waits on the other side How long can I stay here, Watching turquoise waves roll in Soothing my tired soul? Forever?
Spiral
Spiraling again, no bottom in sight. Free falling, begging for a soft landing, But knowing there will be skinned knees Endless tears, and heartache all the way. This darkness will end. Won’t it? Keep pushing through; No, just stop and breathe… It’s only bad in your head. The skies will be blue again, Clouds part…
Coral
The drop of color, Bright on my fingertips; The color of young love. The orangey pink hue, Reminds me of me and you. Do you remember the dress? I picked it for you, hoping to make you smile. My nervousness, waiting at the gate… Yes, children, we waited at the gate back then. Twirling in…
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