stolen heart #triolet #poetry

inside out

Don’t worry I won’t tell

about the way you stole my heart

over romance I tripped and fell

don’t worry I wont tell

over sugary notes I tripped and fell

bloodied by your pointed darts

don’t worry I wont tell

about the day you ripped my heart

 

I love it when I stumble over a drafted poem. This one penned in 2014 for Valentine’s Day

 

 

They Make it Look Easy #nature #snow

winter path

I marvel at winter’s bird

dance on the snow for me absurd

weightless they walk  in worst blizzard

I marvel at winter’s bird

light like a feather or whispered word

I marvel at winter’s bird

my snow dance more cold than absurd

The bird’s out in the worst of today’s storm inspired me to shovel a path. “Less work for tomorrow.”

Stay warm and safe you who share something in common with “Winter’s Bird.”

Thunderous #atozchallenge #poetry #photography

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Thunderous my feelings

blue eyes gaze into my soul

weak kneed tremble

thunder sends me reeling

  the clouds clap with emotion

caught off guard I tumble

thunderous my feelings

blue eyes gaze into my soul

Triolet:

An eight- line stanza having just two rhymes and repeating the first line as the fourth and seventh lines, and the second line as the eighth.

The Triolet is a fun form to play with as it is short and sweet. I tend to take the primary line (1, 4and 7) and alter the words but not the sentiment. Have a go…

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“The world is but a canvas to our imagination”

~Henry David Thoreau

Where does your imagination take you?????

 

Dawn’s Silence #poetry #photography

dawn

It rained a blue and silent yawn

catching warm colors that suited

dancing yellows, reds and dawn 

It rained a silent gazing yawn

dancing yellows, reds and dawn 

I held my volume level muted

It rained for me a silent yawn

catching drops warm colors suited

The Triolet fits the prompt of silence nicely I think.

The Triolet: Its rhyme scheme  is ABaAabAB and often all lines are in iambic tetrameter: the first, fourth and seventh lines are identical, as are the second and final lines, thereby making the initial and final couplets identical as well.

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In Defense of Innocence #humantrafficking #poetry #amwriting

her mother’s beauty she wore

pink ribbon’s once danced on her head

when little sshe loved and adored

her mother’s beauty she wore

promise to be loved and adored

for the drugs she begged and pled

now her mother’s beauty she whored

pink ribbons danced on  innocent’s head

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” unique  adoption market” he lied

her eyes glazed by addiction

“promise she a cared for child”

“yes, she will be wanted” he lied

“promise they will not hurt my child”

his eyes gleamed greedy conviction

” perfect opportunity” he lied

her world destroyed by addiction

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pink ribbons soaked by tears

no one to chase sorrow away

she lived nightmare’s fears

pink ribbons soaked by tears

she lived nightmare’s fears

men lined up night and day

pink ribbons soaked by tears

no chasing sorrow away

There is nothing pretty or sweet about these pink hair ribbons. Symbolically they are defiled by the avarice and perversion of a world whose words are to protect children but whose actions are to treat them as chattel to be sold and used. When working with street kids, I asked where all the girls were.

“They are gone,” the brothers, cousins and friends would state. “They are chased down by mafia and state police and sold.”

I witnessed the night raids where children were chased down like rabid dogs in the streets. When I went home, I tried to raise awareness and financial support to create safe places for these children to go and be educated. No one wanted to believe that “this” the diabolical sale of children could be happening in our “compassionate” world. Years later that information is coming to the forefront – too late for many whose lives are already expired!!!

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Photograph: “Ribbons” ©L. Moon 2013

I dance for Him Triolet #dailypost #poetry #photography

the angle of today

I dance in dreams for him

my tears they fall on solemn days

perhaps he cannot see me spin

but if he could but touch the rays

he sees my tears on solemn days

if he could but grasp the rays

I’d dance in moonlit dreams for him

he’ll catch my tears on solemn days

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No Memory #poetry #photography

one impression

Do you feel a remnant of my warmth in this place?

Or Am I just a wraith of shadowy memory?

where there is naught but a hint or a trace

do you feel a remnant of my warmth in this place?

where there is naught but a hint or a trace

once I walked there in the colors of the sea

do you feel a remnant of my warmth in this place?

naught but a wraith of shadowy memory…

Photography: “Impression” L. Moon copyright 2013