Jade Green
were her eyes
like a feline’s lies
Fire Red
flames she licked
that poured from her lips
Tawny Brown
was her skin
beckoned with drops of sin
Coal Black
was her heart
mine pierced like a dart
Dandelion Yellow
was my skin
poison crept deep within
Verdant Green
was the spot
upon my name the plot
Jade Green
were her eyes
now she wears widow’s disguise
Thanks to for the photograph at shadowstarden that I altered (a bit) the green eyes were amazing
Learning to live by the indwelling life of Christ.
Gud skaper noko nytt ved sitt Ord og sin Ande, vi kan ta imot det i tru og få oppleve at han gjer sitt verk med oss. Hans skaparkraft verkar konstuktivt i våre liv og skaper noko som er verdifullt for oss. Naturkreftene verkar nedebrytande, i fylgje entropilova, men Gud er Ånd og det som er født av hans Ande består. Jesu frelsesverk er fullbrakt og fullkome. Han er den siste Adam, som er ifrå himmelen og som for oss har vorte ei livgjevande ånd. Han gjev oss den Heilage Ande frå himmelen av berre nåde. Han gjev oss det evige livet.
Looking ahead, without looking back (too often)
Thanks for following a cowgirl on her crazy life journey.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. - Edgar Allan Poe
Hoping to make the world more beautiful
Books by author Diana Coombes
With previous posting of "Our World" on Blogger
my humanity in written form
Experiments in Creative Writing, and more ....
Poetry by Mich
FOR READERS AND ASPIRING WRITERS
Everyday musings ....Life as I see it.......my space, my reflections and thoughts !!
From Board Books to Clean YA
Cherishing the Past while Celebrating the Present
FROM ONE PARENT TO ANOTHER
Living life with dissociative identity disorder and complex ptsd
penned in moon dust 
That is as good as it gets. The rhythm of the words are mesmerizing.
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oooo… so cool, really liked this
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Great J day poem! The cadence was excellent. 🙂
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Awesome, Leslie…just awesome! You steal my words, damn you! lol 😉
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Wow! I don’t know what else to say. MM
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Wow! That’s an amazing shot!
Thanks for stopping by my blog the other day 🙂
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Beautiful and haunting.
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I love that photo – looks like one of our cats.
Thanks for visiting my blog today!
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Gorgeous cat’s eyes. Lovely pic. I used to write poetry but somewhat differently.
JO ON FOOD, MY TRAVELS AND A SCENT OF CHOCOLATE
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Both photo and verse, remarkable. Is the past tense… a “Saddening?”
__Wishes! _m
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Jenny,thanks for the visit! a song too? i would prefer it in rock. :DHaikuWater,thanks for vtiiisng! your words will encourage me to post more at the poetry pantry. :)you are right that the subway can be a metaphor for many things: claustrophobia, loneliness, urban life. i am glad that you enjoyed the poem. 🙂
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Gave me chills – well done!
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Hi Tash–the shadows are rellay strong within! You definitely manage to elude them and describe the struggle well. I have such issues that I often think of going completely incognito! Maybe will do someday – when you see the blog DailyDManic–you’ll know who it is! K.
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