Recognized his voice
call to the one he held dear
they mated for life
*
they mated for life
flew close in each other’s sight
never collided
Photograph: Thanks to photographer Bryant Olsen for his excellent shot of the Ross’s Geese
to view more of his work (wildlife and nature) go here (© under creative commons)
We continue to celebrate autumn at Carpe Diem the Goose (Kari) is the prompt for today
petals pulled away my heart
spikes picketed into my soul
waters that once so freely flowed
dried up and blew away
***
petals pulled away my heart
love it seemed between us too
wrapped up with a bow
came dead upon delivery
**
petals pulled away my heart
words inscribed in red
buried long ago
none can unearth love’s end
**
Petals pulled away my heart
locked up by your deception
one of us must go
I’ll gladly take the keys
Photography “Roses”, “The Key” © L. Moon 2013
I love the visual of locks and keys especially the old fashioned kind. Today’s poem was inspired by Kim at Poet’s United / Verse First the prompt – “Lock”
Always at cross angles
like waves against me crash
wind whipped standard
*
your eyes flash
multiple thoughts converging
life never to be the same
*
Blocking my way
shadowing my step
muddying my resolution
*
your eyes flash
multiple thoughts converging
my life never to be the same
*
Sandpaper like friction
seabirds fight for their find
iron gate clanging shut
*
your eyes flash
multiple thoughts converging
Our lives never to be the same
*
I offer you my hand
simple gesture of love
please take it – don’t run
…or we will never be the same
***
Word Count: 100
Poets United prompt for Verse First is Poetry that Heals.
Can abrasive, passionate words help a heart heal or do they tend to rip off the scab?
He grasps for my hand
my hand reaches for his
once we fumbled
now it’s natural
a dance of two swans
swimming effortlessly
distant stars
twinkling in unison
fingers that fit
perfectly together
I thought to pick up the pebble of doubt
discovery found it placed in your shoe
I thought to pluck and shake forgetting
insensitivity accompanied the morning dew
I thought to remember starry eyes
in your heart I’m forgotten instead
I thought to look into your winsome smile
a regret that there was “nothing” to be read
I thought to hide the things I missed
in a note you said “I’ve won”
I thought to take back my bleeding heart
alas it was stamped – “I’m done”
This poem was inspired by County Music which either leaves you dancing or crying..
Your sunshine smile
refracted in my teardrops
Your easy style
marked forever in my hands
your giving ways
emblazoned on my heartstrings
there are days
yes there are days
*
A sunshine world
was opened up before me
When you with confidence
strode into my place
A fancied world
no one could take it from me
like the unfake smile
that with your finger traced
*
Your sunshine smile
refracted in my teardrops
Your easy style
marked forever in my hands
your giving ways
emblazoned on my heartstrings
there are days
yes there are days
*
Now that you’re gone
there’s nothing called forever
the lights are out
forever in that spot
they pealed my fingers
clinging to your body
my heart was buried
with you in your plot
*
Your sunshine smile
refracted in my teardrops
Your easy style
marked forever in my hands
your giving ways
emblazoned on my heartstrings
there are days
yes there are days
*
I hear your voice
come lilting through the window
it drives me mad
the phantoms in this place
I smell you near
how could that be forgotten
I look about
of you there is no trace
*
Your sunshine smile
refracted in my teardrops
Your easy style
marked forever in my hands
your giving ways
emblazoned on my heartstrings
there are days
oh painful days
This rapid burn
losing ink on my page
raised caulderon of letters
illuminates my mind
for one moment
fueled flash
clarifies the past
I taste the ash
burning my moist lips
holding the last remnant
of you
a little too long
spitting out
the scorched after-taste
realizing
you put this flame
of destruction
in motion
I don’t always use music to inspire my writing but I’ve been listening to Taylor Swift and Red and these words alight
Photograph: “Evening’s Fury” L. Moon copyright 2012
A will to survive when all the blood is drained
Removing the knife from her heart
blood should have poured
nothing but a drop or two
she grimaced
“He got that too?”
she could not see
nor could any diagnostic tool
the sheer will to live
coursed through her veins
he had taken everything else
the knife blade loudly clanged
this metal not fatal
“you couldnt hurt me anymore”
with a smile
she moved forward
time would heal
the gash in her side
iron will beat out the last deadly thrust that day
that beautiful knife crafted and sold at http://www.wulflund.com/
As we glide on the sea of life, we rarely see the squall up ahead. Squalls are a greater test for the sailor of life than the sunny weekend sailor’s dreams…
She was ours this sturdy craft
maiden voyage stem to stern packed
we set off on a lark that day
knowing not that bad weather was in the way
we pitched we rolled
our new craft took a toll
we trimmed we sailed
and emptied quite a few pail
an ugly grey squall no less
it was sent our way to give the test
when sun’s weak rays came at last
we knew one of many we had passed
for others would we be ready
in our life there would be plenty
storms to test our merit
lessons for love we would bear it
***
There are many challenges in life. If we cannot weather those storms our life is not hardy and hail. This is my offering to the A to Z challenge. A lesson of life packed into this “Y” – my little “craft” bobs and pitches on a regular basis but we are still “afloat.”
The beautiful seascape is by artist Konstantinovich
“Your vision will become clear only when you look into your heart.
Who looks outside, dreams. Who looks inside, awakens.”– Carl Jung
Peer in that crack
slightly ajar
opened for you
the door to my heart
***
what would you see
peering deep inside?
layered insecurity
years I’ve tried to hide
***
venture ever further
finds an inner glow
beckoning your kindness
please don’t ever go
***
If you truly entered
the chambers of my heart
I would give love freely
passion painted art
*****
Please check out this wonderful poetry feast for Friday – hosted by Jenne Andrews
an excellent photograph http://www.flickr.com/photos/dynamosquito/4290635507/
Drowning in the busyness of life, and how I stay afloat, and find peace and stillness amidst the chaos
1 Corinthians 1:21
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