Vortex of Passion #poetry #atozchallenge #napowrimo

Take a breath – please

so caught

reeled in

forgetting

to breathe

***

Look Away -Please

mesmerized

by something that isn’t real

magnetized

by the  pull

***

Look around  – Please

see

there is a world

of reality

something to hold on to

***

Draw Back -Please

before you become

sucked

into a vortex of passion

illusion

***

Where

passion appears

to be

everything…

Thanks Liebe Dich for the photo of  The Storm

This year for  A to Z challenge, I am using the Nautilus as my inspiration all month. The shell has many chambers (at least enough to fit all the letters.)  You will find poetry,  You will find some dark stuff (as I am attempting to branch into the horror genre), You will also see a smattering of short stories or prose (some with children in mind) others as lessons that we can all learn from. I look forward to  meeting you and getting to know some talented writers over this month long writing journey. Please check over at the A to Z challenge and see what they are up to; they are a fine bunch of folks.

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Love: Just an Illusion? #oneshotwednesday

Words she wrote reached into his heart

He heard them somehow

Unspoken words her  art

Or…  just an illusion?

***

She thinks he must be a dream

How will she know?

“what does it mean?”

Is he …  just an illusion?

***

silent pleas go into the night

He feels her words

This seems so right

It might be …  just an illusion

***

Love flows rapidly like spring’s stream

washing over them

it trickles so clean

Defying the illusion

***

whispers into the misty night air

He catches her look

hearts locked in a stare

Their love is no illusion…

Giovanni Blank: http://www.flickr.com/photos/lostcontrol/5205986638

Misty Images (#poetry)

Thick, grey pre-dawn mist

creeps along

a barren topography

soil depleted

of summer’s abundance

brown, yellow,red

reminders of sweet fruits

***

a form emerges through the mist

strength in his stride

strong, capable hands

tenor tones that float in my mind

the curl of those lips

forms a…

***

Was that you in the mist?

Did our fingers talk

in undertones of love?

Was there knowing

in each expression

or did the mist

create a mirage

in my heart?

Photo: “Pre-Dawn Mist” Moondustwriter

Vision (by poet Daniel Audet)

Once lost in shadowed canyons of illusion,

my only company now, haunting echoes of weary footsteps

***

Once a citizen, a sightless spirit numbered among the roving hordes

fleeing the known into the darkest void

Truth lost in the wreckage of our wake

Truth never our destination

Readers of the book of lies

Barren souls but for the fruit of an afflicted will

***

Breathless, clinging to pillars of fear

forever scarred from collision in the depths of dry places I cry out to gaze upon the land of living light

***

An anguished spirit taking flight by an unknown compass through the narrow passage

I will surrender in the presence of the fathers

Would that I too might find the realm of mercy, of sight

***

Blackest storms cover the ancient lands, now and forever raging, behind me

Casting off this mask of mere humanity I plunge into darkness

***

One last journey to the core of infinity

Wanting to showcase this outstanding poet – Daniel Audet. You can read his other writings http://thewritersroad.com

Photos:

The concrete block by Ozyman

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Grand Canyon by Chenyingphoto (Lic: Creative Commons)

Blue Moon / The Seer(poems)

Blue Moon ( by Moondustwriter)

Last night she was bright

nothing blue

when I look at you

silvery light

makes me dance

makes me sing

My attire was right

moon dust covered the night

soaking in the pure

cold delight of you

the moon she must shine

don’t you know she is mine

we are joined

by the dance

til the end of romance

The Seer (by Dave Holloway)

It’s in love’s nature
to reveal what’s true,
to un-clutter the path
between me and you.

Yet that’s too close,
the seer will say.
Too many lies
structure the day.
Betrayals arrive
to keep truth at bay.
To protect the illusions
cluttering the way.

See how that works?
asked the aging seer.
The greater the truth,
the greater the fear.