Category: September 2023
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Poetry: Hold Fast
I tried to iron out the furrows That have settled on my browThe valleys deep and cavernousWhere dry rivers snake and flow Eyes red like ochre dustingsAncient stories they have toldSqually winds they whirl and whistleVoices echo stories bold Wars there have manyEars open for the first Barren skies where eagles circle Voices hasty tempers…
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One more day
I stood there at dusk, watching the sun being swallowed into the horizon. The orange and red hues are like an artist’s palette resplendent with desert colours. It was his favourite place, out here where the dust was red and the country was vast. The ochre dust flowed through his veins as he traversed the…
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Poetry: Allure
Vulnerability is alluringIn its raw, unguarded formGlimpses into souls enduringAuthenticity takes the norm Beckoning trust and understandingDrawing hearts closer, souls entwiningFor in vulnerability we findA beauty truly defining ©T.Zerafa 2023 Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed my writing. If you haven’t read any of my other pieces, take a look through my…
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Deal with the Devil
In the shadowy embrace of that eerie winter’s night as I sat forlornly at my writing desk, the Devil’s arrival remained etched in my memory. The publishers deadline was fast approaching and writers block had a serious hold on me. A high ball tumbler sat nearby, flanked by a crystal decanter, the condensation pooling as…
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Poetry: Deep and Pure
Let me be the river That carries you away Through the towering mountains Their shadows long and grey Meander through lush valleys That nurture and sustain Past winding forest trails Over tumultuous terrain Pools ripple in their brilliance An effervescent cascade Hypnotic depths reminiscence Hearts gently palisade Swept along the churning rapids…
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Whispers
The muted whispers began as I walked into the room. The sideways glances and their accusatory glances made me feel terribly uncomfortable. It was one stupid mistake that threatened everything I’d worked for. Word of the affair spread around the firm like a raging wildfire and those who were once colleagues, now bitter enemies. Forced…
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Poetry: Velvet Paws
In the shadows embrace, she stealthily prowls,Creeping forth with measured grace.Senses, like daggers, honed and keen,Eyes aflame, bluestem sways, sight unseen. Velvet paws, her weapons concealed,Inch by inch, her preys fate sealed.Her heartbeat rhythmic, steady and sure,Like a metronome, her steps endure. Her lips, pursed in eager anticipation,In this nocturnal congregation.Silent whispers of the night,Guide…
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The Professor
The pile of clothes from last night’s job were soaking in the bathtub. Things did not go completely to plan, which vexed me a little, but the outcome met the brief. At 7.10, the alarm chimed, interrupting what had been a very restful sleep after quite a busy evening. Slithers of light peeked in through…