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You may see Virginia’s paintings via: Art Lovers Australia Weebly Instagram

Anger

The Living Poetry prompt – Angry

hey
you little spark
I am sorry that
I keep denying you, rejecting you
blaming you for ruining everything
you suffer for my immature behaviour
will you forgive me

 

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I Run to You

I have never met you,
and yet you know me.
I can’t help but move closer.

I have spent all my life
to build this facade
for the world to see.
How come you see my anima?
My inner child runs to you.

Do I know you?
Why do you feel like home to me?
I love you!

Oil painting by Virginia Bucknell, you may see more of Virginia’s paintings via:

Art Lovers Australia  Weebly   Instagram

Unfailing Heart

her heart endured a lot

it was once
provoked to anger by betrayal
broken as a result of blunt rejection
too tired too weak to respond
bled out to a slow death

and yet
her heart is still
raw
open
fighting
imbued with passion

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Hollow

The day you packed your bag
You took away my freedom to breathe
The spring bouquet smells anosmic in shades of grey
Turning my face to the sun takes me a morning of energy
The afternoon is occupied by staring at
the morning coffee stain on my t-shirt you once wore
You left me with a lone pathetic shell in zombie distain

Lose/Lose

I reach out my hand
to search you
in the darkness

I can hear
your fading heartbeats
giving up on me

helpless me
hopeless you

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Your Poetry

How can I
take in all the splendid scenery in one day
taste the world’s delicacies in one travel
appreciate every blooming flower with one season
comprehend every piece of art in my life time

Reading your poetry is an inquisitive journey
Its richness and mystery evoke my intrinsic curiosity
Once I open the wondrous door to your art
I am completely absorbed in the marvel of your words
How I wish the door to reality was left hidden
Time and space become ambiguously irrelevant

You may experience Gabriela’s wonderful poetry here