
My fingers across stone
caress raised letters
your faded name
all that was left of you
a chill ran down my spine
looking below
these arose in red
new embossed letters to…
I pondered
your bones so cold
I feared to see or hear
another
The embossed words:
Strike me once I bleed
Strike me twice I die
and thrice
you choose…

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Thank you for visiting Moondustwriter. One of the many exciting things I've had the honor of doing is writing with an E. African team that is developing elementary curriculum for African children. As a writer, it is a thrill to help children (on all continents) who want to learn.
I've been part of the blogging community for more than 10 years. Some old timers may remember the award winning (2011 Twitter Shorty ) blog community - One Stop Poetry. I was the co-producer of that fast growing blog community.
I am a published writer, poet, artist and photographer. I have written, as well as edited, for periodicals, radio, blogs and fellow writers.
There are many facets to this moon - thanks for stopping by.
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It’s a very thoughtful poem Leslie, great to have such a gift.
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__Within the thought
stone words
holds all feeling thought
a journey
__Not long ago I visited my parent’s graves, and I left “my two cents.” One penny was minted the year of my father’s passing, the other was struck during the year my mother left us. Primitive, I expect… and yet, the memories remain. _m
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The little memories we leave are important – I love the idea of the cents Doug
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Ah…a perfect poem for Halloween.
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Thanks this was not meant to be a sentimental piece/ the dead will walk again…
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Moonie, I like it that you can turn from a horror writer to a spiritual one with such ease. I enjoyed this one for All Saints Day very much. thanks.
Stop by and read some of my poems on my blog please. would appreciate it.
jt
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James Im not really very horror but thanks – you rock!
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