Thursday, April 28, 2016

NATURE’S THRALL





  1. A beautiful fall day.
    A path through the red.
    Charcoal steps leading up.
    An adventure for me.
    Until the day turns dark.
    The leaves lift off. 
    Creating a red swirl.
    Around me in its haste.
    The wind cackles.
    The rain trickles.
    Night has come.
    The path is gone.
    And so is the day.


  2. Source:


    I look out at the sea so pure.
    A vision of delight and more.
    Setting sun is coming down.
    But there’s no reason to frown.
    I could see the ocean floor.
    Look at me I’m out the door.
    The sun may be gone for the day.
    The moon will soon be here to play.




  3. A fantasy come to life.
    Waves of purple and pink.
    Carpeting of green.
    Fragrance of heaven.
    A bench for dreaming.
    The fantasy has come to me.

Tuesday, April 26, 2016

THE LIGHTHOUSE





THE LIGHTHOUSE“Come back to me my sweet.Take a break from the heat.An afternoon in a cool retreat.We could make our own special heat.”The wood door rattles and creaks open wide.I hesitate before I walk inside.The small room is as dark as night.I begin to tremble with fright.Maybe I should leave this place.The door slams shut in my face.I hear the voice in the airTelling me, “what fair is fair.”I intruded on this secret roomAnd so I won’t be leaving too soon.


“Come back to me my sweet.
Take a break from the heat.
An afternoon in a cool retreat.
We could make our own special heat.”

The wood door rattles and creaks open wide.
I hesitate before I walk inside.
The small room is as dark as night.
I begin to tremble with fright.

Maybe I should leave this place.
The door slams shut in my face.
I hear the voice in the air
Telling me, “what fair is fair.”

I intruded on this secret room
And so I won’t be leaving too soon.

THE DEAD AND GONE





THE DEAD AND GONE

A town where the snow is black,
bringing coldness and fear.
Old remnants of tears held back,
and times too hard to bear.

Woven from black sheets of rain,
fear covers in disarray.
Anguished and frozen with pain,
dark petals fall in dismay.

Hell has come to Oasis,
The Dead and gone at its side.
Now hidden behind faces
that are well-known far and wide.

Who will fall prey to The Dead?
I hope it is not me.
I’m hiding under my bed.
I’m afraid as I can be.

THE DEAD GAME

DARKNESS DESCENDS


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DARKNESS DESCENDS
 
With a defiant roar,
Darkness descends this night.
Slithering through the grass,
It prepares for the fight.

A fight to the death for some;
Others a fight for what’s right.
The town waits with bated breath,
Sides position for the fight.

The evil one leads the way,
A greater force held at bay.
Wolf walks into the clearing,
Soon others will join the fray.

He has come for me this night,
A shadowy form flits by.
It takes on his dreaded form,
Scooping me up to the sky.

We fly high above it all,
Rooftops passing in a rush.
I soon find myself falling
And landing on a thick bush.

I wake up in my own bed,
Happy I’m alive and free.
I fear for the dreaded night
When Wolf does come for me.

THE DEAD GAME

Monday, April 25, 2016

OASIS IN GREY




Through a field of flowers.
Pink petals in my hair.
Follow the babbling brook.
At the mountains I stare.

Green grass for carpeting.
Wisps of clouds circle me.
White snow caps the mountains.
Grey rocks all I can see.

Oasis in the grey.
A mirage that can’t be.
How do flowers grow here?
An illusion for me.

HOLD ON TIGHT




The fog rolls in tonight.
Hold on real tight.
The moon is out to play.
The Dead are here to stay.

THE DEAD GAME

A TOUCH OF PINK



A touch of pink in the night.
I do not need too much light.
I grow and bud in the dark.
Please take a walk in the park.
Can you feel me touch your hair?
If you cannot, please come near.
I sprout in the spring for you and me.
A prettier sight you cannot see.

A TEASE






A peek at the beauty ahead.
A glimpse of the possibilities.
A hint of its dark majesty.
A tease of what’s to come.
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THE LIGHT


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Should I walk to the light?
Could be an illusion.
Or will I fall tonight?

I can’t seem to stay away.
My body move on its own.
I seem to be here to stay.

The earth’s rumbling.
The ground is moving.
And I’m stumbling.

THE DEAD wait below.
I can hear their screams,
Their shouts of hello.

THE DEAD GAME