Haunted

My heart is haunted –

Not by ghosts or goblins,

Or any such ephemeral creatures.

No, my heart is haunted by regrets.

Regrets for what I didn't do, but should have.

Regrets for what I wouldn't do, but could have.

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The Puzzle

She put together many jigsaw puzzles through the years:
Some scenic, others charming, one of rabbits with big ears.
The pieces fit in certain ways to make to picture whole.
The pictures helped an empty spot she felt within her soul.

So puzzle after puzzle filled the hours of her days
Until the day she rose and said "I'm through with my malaise."

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The Promise of Roses - a Shakespearean style sonnet

With gentle fragrance offered from its heart,
The rose entices bees and lovers near.
The blossom hides its thorns with careful art.
A prick may draw both blood and salty tear. 

 
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