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Lost to the Moon – #NovemberWriting #poetry

01 Thursday Nov 2018

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In the pages of this book, is where it begins

When evening falls, tis there, I fit in

Watching the stars that gently glisten

In the dark of night, I shall sit and listen

As the moon recites with much detail

How the sun and the planets all prevail

He tells of how, the birds do try

To reach him, far up in the sky

How the twilight shines, in all its glory

Oh, how the moon does tell his story

I could stay here, with him, evermore

For his light always reaches, to my very core

And in this place, I find sweet tranquility

Lost to the moon, in a realm of possibility

Goodnight, sweet orb, as I now close this book

Out the window, I stare, yes, for just one more look

 

November Writing Prompt – The realm of reliability – Day 1/30

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Crinkled Pages ~ #poetry

11 Tuesday Jul 2017

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In the crinkled pages, of an old notebook

I wrote my life story, with all that it took

Parchment discolored, tattered and torn

Of how my life was ended, when yours was reborn

I had kept them so close, afraid to let go

This was just me, though you’d never know

You didn’t remember, once, we were one

All that we had, had been sadly undone

It was then that I realized, how could I be so blind

This fantasy, created, was all in my mind

You never brought roses, nor held me so close

My words on the paper, were mere empty prose

Now the books are frayed, and the roses are dried

Left there, in memory, of the day that I died

 

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The Place Someone Called Home – #NaPoWriMo #poetry

01 Saturday Apr 2017

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Somewhere near the center

In a town much like your own

Lurking in the shadows, is

The place someone called home

 

Graffiti paints the outside

Where once the stone stood proud

Covered over by nature’s roar

Standing alone, now, in a crowd

 

Of wooden barriers hiding

Branches and trees converge

Should you find an entrance

I do hope you’ll soon emerge

 

For town folk tell the story

Of a spirit, there’s no doubt

Who lures you to explore within

But never lets you out

 

 

 

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Friday Fantasy ~ Spoken but Unheard #poetry

09 Friday Dec 2016

Posted by in Friday Fantasy, Poems, Poetry

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Though light filters in from far up above

A candle illuminates, her unending love

For buried deep within these pages, bound

A story is told of a love, quite profound

Each word is penned in invisible ink

Into each line, her feelings would sink

These books held her secrets, no one could see

Her life in the parchment, a true mystery

 

He opened the books, left here, all alone

The pages were empty, no words was he shown

Holding them nearer, to the candle’s bright flame

He knew there was something, it whispered his name

Closer, he brought the blank pages toward light

No words did appear, yet he felt something, slight

She whispered her love, but he caught not a word

So she stayed a closed book, spoken but unheard

 

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