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#TBT ~ Imagination – #poetry

16 Thursday Feb 2017

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A light down a darkened path
beckons me to follow
As I approach
it flickers
making me stop, wait

Again it calls
I continue forward
not knowing what lies beyond
the blackness that settles around me

A light so bright, yet not
I cannot see past it
My eyes play tricks
seeing only what my mind allows
Fantasy settles in

It lures me
and I walk, following
unaware that I am pursuing
My darkest dreams
my biggest fears

I turn around, afraid
and find nothing
but the darkness in which I began
Yet sounds and shadows engulf me
in a sensory overload

And I freeze, unable to comprehend
all that is there
and not
Only to realize my existence
in my own imagination

 

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Friday Fantasy ~ House of Stone – #poetry

10 Friday Feb 2017

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Full moon rises,

lights the sky

Waters flowing,

mountains high

Love illuminates,

this small house

Where elfin live,

he and his spouse

Hidden deep,

beyond the crest

They built together,

this sturdy nest

A place that they,

can call their own

Where peace ever reigns,

in this house of stone

 

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Friday Fantasy ~ Things that Go Bump – #poetry of #spirits

03 Friday Feb 2017

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Lying in bed, eyes starting to close

Something bumped into me, so much for the doze

Yet nobody’s here, in this dark little space

Just shadows in corners, I’m still, just in case

I’m really not in here, alone, by myself

Nothing is moving, but the clock on the shelf

I figure it’s my imagination, gone wild, once again

So I close my eyes slowly, and exhale from within

Wait, something’s not right, as the fan starts to whir

Looking around, I can see someone stir

Blowing about on the wisp of a breeze

Moving in circles, gyrating, I freeze

I open my mouth, and scream, quite out loud

Discerning, this vision, of the unearthly crowd

 

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Friday Fantasy ~ My Fiddle and Me – #poetry

27 Friday Jan 2017

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I’ve risen from my earthly bed

I prefer to be on top, instead

Of six feet under, where I may

Lose the passing time of day

I want to be above the lands

With my fiddle, in my hands

Playing to the sky, and sun

With a simple pluck, or a searing strum

Yes, my music summons, my dear Raven

Who guards me closely, in my haven

 

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Friday Fantasy ~ Near Out of Time – #poetry of the #spirits

20 Friday Jan 2017

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Through ruins, I try to make my escape

Unable to see, yet I sense my mistake

Moving about, with no reason nor rhyme

Knowing, so well, I’m near out of time

Can’t remove this mask, there’s no point in asking

Dare to take one more step, I feel my life crashing

Trying to run, from what I fear most

I find myself, floating, as now I am a ghost

 

 

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