10 Saturday Nov 2018
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She walks like a feather
Afloat through the trees
Mesmerized by the light
She approaches with ease
Unaware of what’s hidden
Still she cannot resist
With soft, silent footsteps
She is lost to the mist
Hears it beckon to her
Child, be not afraid
And she glides ever closer
Through the dark forest glade
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13 Thursday Sep 2018
Posted in Poems, Poetry, September Writing
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Hidden in the fog, with the morning light
Maniacal mysteries, and terrible frights
No people to see, at least no one living
Milmonyville, was a place, unforgiving
Tragic tales, of murder, filled the town
Claiming the men, who didn’t back down
Nefarious carrying on, in the streets
You best run now, go on, use your feet
Hightail it out, of the land filled with dread
But be careful where you step…
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Or you could wind up dead.
September Writing Prompt – The mystery of Milmonyville – Day 13/30
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16 Thursday Aug 2018
Posted in August Writing, Poems, Poetry
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I couldn’t help but wonder
What lies beneath the fog
So tightly packed together
Right through it, I would slog
Making my way across it
Not knowing what’s hidden below
But that would just be stupid
Still, I’d really like to know
Perchance, what’s underneath
Is a secret, and I should wait
Or maybe there is nothing
Perhaps, I shouldn’t speculate
This usually causes trouble
Lord knows, that’s not what I need
But, maybe, just a little peek?
Seems it’s me who’s dense, indeed!
August Writing Prompt – Dense speculations – Day 16/31
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01 Wednesday Aug 2018
Posted in August Writing, Poems, Poetry
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A mist, rolling off the meadow
Carries a fragrance meant to please
Each droplet of water caresses
Every inch of the forest trees
Blanketing the russet leaves
Wrapping them in sweet embrace
The fog, though, soon will vanish
And the waking sun will grace
The colors, and beauty of nature
Once hidden in a veil of mist
Now drenched in dew, delighted
Aroused, by morning’s first kiss
August Writing Prompt – The fragrant fog – Day 1/31
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05 Sunday Nov 2017
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Some say they have seen her
In the mist, by the lake
No reflection in the water
Just the trees, when they quake
Her presence is known
Though she’s never been found
Not even her footsteps
Never making a sound
But when the cold filters in
And the sun cannot shine
It is then that they claim
With the fog, she’s enshrined
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