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| twilight sky |
In need of a bit of magic
she takes a twilight stroll
searching for a poetic song
to warm her heart on a cold day
the heat of the sun blazes
beyond fast moving clouds
in tones of fire and smoke
darkness sings, again
written for dVerse
Hosted by LIsa
writing a quadrille of 44 words
incorporating the word warm
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| "The Silent Hunter" by Graham Eaton |
In the darkest spaces of night
there flies a silent hunter
moving unnoticed between
the worlds, seeking the
mystic dreamers
beyond the veil of mystery
carrying spiritual messages
to the shamans who will listen
guardian of the night
seeing the road clearly
soaring past the shadowy
trees of winter's bareness
there lies a route to change
universal shift with the
stars and moon, use your
internal lantern to lead
the way forward in the
journey to tomorrow
see past the perceived
illusions of indistinctness
trust your intuition to fly
you into the deepest places
of your dreamwork
written for The Sunday Muse
hosted by Carrie -who keeps
our muses entertained
Thank you for visiting
sharing with earthweal
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| Courtesy of Pixabay |
My days are numbered
I am an X of a tree
in my final hours, I
contemplate my destiny
If, I must go
may, I become a cradle or crib
a place for a new born to sleep
and dream within my limbs
If, I must go
may, I become a flute or wind-chime
allowing my voice to still be heard
blowing in the breeze
If, I must go
may, I become a flowery birdhouse
a place for nesting in the spring
allowing me to hear sparrow songs
If, I must go
may, I become a canoe or paddle
traveling lakes and rivers enjoying
the beauty of nature
If, I must go
may, I become a paperback novel
or a book of poetry filled with words
from the heart, dedicated to the tongues
of falling trees
If, I must go
may, you be reminded, that without
trees, life cannot survive, my dying wish
is for you to plant a seed in remembrance
of me.
linking with earthweal
hosted by Sherry - The Tongues of Falling Trees
author's note: The sign of the X on a tree signifies
the tree will be cut down around here. So many
have their days numbered or no longer stand tall.
When will we learn to take only what is truly needed
and leave the rest to grow creating balance?
Where has precious time gone
slipping away with each dawn
days filled with life's mixed songs
nights whispering of past wrongs
searching for warm blue skies
sometimes, heaven cries
dreaming in autumn's cold rain
will I ever see you again
reflective puddles at my feet
how can love be so bittersweet
no, love can't be washed away
even if the clouds remain gray
sing to me, sweet November rhyme
kiss my lips while, we still have time
tell me that our poetry will survive
as the winds of winter slowly arrive
I know not what tomorrow brings
but, for today, hope still clings
linking with dVerse
hosted by Sarah - writing
No! Vember poetry
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| "Edge of a Dream" by Tom Chambers |
through a deserted village street
walking on the edge of a dream
in the wilderness, my heart beats
through a deserted village street
balance hinges on stable feet
in the darkness, tiger eyes gleam
through a deserted village street
walking on the edge of a dream
linking with the The Sunday Muse
Thank you for your visit!
Dreaming under a cherry moon
the color of the night, dark blue
a lonely lady drinks in the stars
stirring her cocktail of Petal and
Thorn bitter vermouth, with notes of
chamomile, cinnamon, rose
and orange peels
Swept away, by the intoxicating
flavor, she composes a poem
spilling her heart on a five inch
paper napkin, the last petal falls
Sealing her words with a kiss
it's him she thinking of, again
pouring a refill - to ease the pain
from the bittersweet thorns....
linking with dVerse
hosted by Lillian - writing from a list
of 13 movies honored with a Golden Raspberry Award, The Razzie
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| Hymn Book |
No one knows why the flock flew away
the only chorus heard now is the cooing
of homing pigeons, carrying notes
between the sky and earthly world
once there were songs that lifted the rafters
the old piano could be heard from far away
people came to dance and clap their hands
rejoicing in the harmony of the day
perhaps, too many dreams died and faith
drifted away with each broken heart
the road to love too difficult to travel
the music too painful to hear
light still shines through the stained glass
warming the emptiness felt deep inside
there are hymns of life waiting to be sung
if only the shadows of darkness would cease
perhaps, a broken hallelujah, is better than none
written for The Sunday Muse
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| courtesy of Pixabay |
In your dark haunting eyes
I saw the storms you tried to hide
I saw where wild passion resides
billowing sails took you away
there was nothing more to say
no words, could make you stay
I was just a rollin' wave
in a deep sea of mystic blue
dreamin' of you, all night through
baby, you know it's true
baby, you know it's true
it was always about you, you, you
the universe bedazzled us
the melody of the sea tremulous
often we drifted anchor-less
on cloudless nights, I search the stars
listening for the song, I call ours
in silence, I wonder how you are
I was just a rollin' wave
in a deep sea of mystic blue
dreamin' of you, all night through
baby, you know it's true
baby, you know it's true
it was always about you, you, you
author's note: I'm feeling blue, here's a song for you!
I may re-arrange it or delete it but, for now I just feel it