grains of salt
touch the lightest laugh
darkness stirs
where sparks once flew
broken pieces glint
in a tired sun
lost moments
beg to breathe again
where a subtle glow
looks to start again
fighting the shadows
longing to feel
the way it did before
time has played
an unpredictable game
there is no going back
just forward
past the grains of salt
where tired light
gleams so bright
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Words: free verse, c.b.w. 2017
(Timed writing: 10 minutes, no edits)
snarled traffic
pigeons peck the ground
free to fly
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Photo: Bedford Square, London, c.b.w. 2011
Words: senryu, c.b.w. 2017
five minutes
until the bell chimes
clouds swirl in silence
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Photo: Bell Tower, St. Albans, England, c.b.w. 2011
Words: haiku, c.b.w. 2017
moving forward
no one stops
to ask why
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Photo: Admiralty Arch, London, c.b.w. 2011
Words: free verse, c.b.w. 2017
rushing about
no one hears
the clock chime
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Photo: View of Tower Clock from Trafalgar Square, London, c.b.w. 2011
Words: senryu, c.b.w. 2017
C.B. Wentworth 