On Padded Paws

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I am the creature who smells your darkest thoughts.  On padded paws in ghostly silence following you into the dreamscape.  You summoned me unwittingly a tracker to travel between the worlds.  The hunt begins, weaving through hidden places where dreams become nightmares.

The night air is stagnant and smoky.  Slowly, stalking the prey that haunts your nights.In the graveyard of decaying dreams and dying roses. Pouncing on shadows of pain and sorrow. Echoes of dirges circulate the air.  

I am a shapeshifter tapping into your inner fears.  Blurring the lines between reality and illusion luring you deeper into the darkness of understanding.  Shedding old beliefs prowling in the labyrinth of duality, praying for  the doorway to light.

linking with  dVerse Prosery Hosted by Merril

For Prosery, your prose—fiction or nonfiction—may be up to 144 words
you must incorporate this given line 

I am the creature who smells your darkest thoughts”
From “Jaguar Song.”

Thank you for reading. 

Under the Sun

journey through time, with the  guess who, while sky and earth hum togetherness

music fills the night, beating harmoniously, star glittered magic 

author's note: Saw an amazing show Thursday night transcending boundaries with music. Thanks for an unforgettable night.

 

Under a dome of Stars

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Under a dome of stars
high on a mountain top
pondering this story of ours
in silence green leaves drop 

the summer has been hot
trees self-pruning in the heat
stress has caused some knots
I’m told this is the ultimate spot 

where the brightest light shines
renewal found in the darkness
here poets explore fine lines
awestruck by the calmness

how to reach the infinite sky
shedding all that weighs us down
perhaps, then we can truly fly
as our hearts lift off the ground

written for dVerse - Hosted by Dora

prompt write a poem about darkness

Puff

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Puff the magic dragon
was a part of me

soaring to places
my imagination flew free

as I aged, I kept him hidden
in a place only I could see

in the cave of my dreams
my inner-child takes flight
past the willow trees  

written for dVerse Q251 Light Burst of Air 

Hosted by Lisa writing a 44 word quadrille
incorporating the word "Puff

inspired by the song Puff the Magic Dragon 

Out of the Ordinary

I awoke this morning to an ordinary day
the sun peeking through the blinds where
last night’s moonlight lulled me into sleep

the clock that sits on the nightstand
day after day a reminder of the
gift of time, space and life

I ponder slipping into another dream
but, the day calls with a to-do-list
of everyday things, watering the plants
picking up groceries and returning a
book to the library…nothing spectacular
going on or is there?

even ordinary thing can bring surprises
like the red cardinal that sits on the
roof of my white car…singing a song
in the sweltering heat under a blue
sky and I’m grateful to be alive….

written for What's Going On? Ordinary Things
hosted by Sherry

The Arc of Poetry

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Poetry is an arc between
reality and the imagination
it is the language of the soul
speaking in unknown tongues

Poetry is found in the night
opening my mind to possibilities
soaring from realm to realm
in the silence I listen and hear
whispers of the ancient trees

Poetry is my greatest story
dreaming it, writing it, singing  it

Poetry is a falling star carrying
wishes across the infinite sky
leaving a trail of cosmic dust
in a wild messy world of love

Poetry is a song from my heart
discovering the rhymes of life
an internal beat weaving magic
deciphering and coining new words
a sonnet sung under blue moonlight

Poetry is my greatest story
dreaming it, writing it, singing it

written for dVerse MTB Ars Poetica 
hosted by Grace

Thanks for reading! 

An Unholy Hour

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The sea churned at an unholy hour
surrounded by some mystical power
crashing the deck a raging wave
tonight the crew must be brave
how many would be lost or dead
dark clouds circulating overhead

from the captain’s lips he swore
flattening the sails as the sea roars
hungry sharks waiting for a feast
songs of the siren luring them east
the starless sky an ominous black
there would be no turning back

a blade of hope a twist of fate
over the horizon a sunrise awaits
the captain walks with a swagger
the sea retreats and loses its anger
standing on the edges of a new day
distant lighthouse guides the way

written for The Sunday Whirl 
incorporating the following words in poem or prose

wave turning unholy lips swagger lost dead rise twist blade feast edges 

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Mythical Script

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There once were two fools
that sailed the ocean blue
feasting on wondrous words
searching for golden swords 

chasing mythical creatures
dragons and dream weavers
the stars and moon their guide
navigating the changing tide

a beast capsized their ship
buried an unfinished script

written for dVerse Quadrille hosted by De

prompt to write a 44 word quadrille
incorporating the word myth

author's note:  This was written for a friend
in mind.  If you're out there this is for you.  

Thanks for reading