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
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 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?????
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.
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 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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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
Like the Dawn’s mist you came into my life
Then vanished taking your colors of love with you
I waiting hopefully at the edge of time, your wife
Like the Dawn’s mist you came in my life
I waiting patiently urging away loneliness’ knife
In the sky I saw in the middle of orange and blue
Like the Dawn’s mist you came in my life
Then vanished taking your colors and me with you
Photograph:”Ivy Heart” copyright L. Moon 2013
You lean too far
you drop
nuances
into my hands
like cherry blossoms
too heavy for the bough
you are not strong enough
at least not for now
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Graceful you reach toward the sky
in an upward spiral you grow
touching the clouds upward so high
graceful you reach toward the sky
touching the clouds upward so high
one weakness you have that we know
gracefully you reach toward the sky
in an upward spiral you grow
The Leaning Tower of Pisa – a campanile, or freestanding bell tower, of the cathedral of the Italian city of Pisa, known worldwide for its unintended tilt to one side. It is situated behind the Cathedral and is the third oldest structure in Pisa’s Cathedral Square (Piazza del Duomo) after the Cathedral and the Baptistry. The tower’s tilt began during construction, caused by an inadequate foundation on ground too soft on one side to properly support the structure’s weight. The tilt increased in the decades before the structure was completed, and gradually increased until the structure was stabilized (and the tilt partially corrected) by efforts in the late 20th and early 21st centuries. took 20 years to build because of war.
Its the time of the year to breathe in the beauty of the cherry blossom. There are many activities to enjoy at the cherry blossom festival in Washington DC.
thanks for the photograph by Robbie Hayton of the Leaning Tower in Pisa
and to Crimson Corvus for the Cherry Blossom photograph
My love for you forever be
emblazoned in our hearts and minds
Its timelessness will set us free
my love for you forever be
“someday”- always you and me
if we can only bide the time
my love for you forever be
emblazoned in our hearts and minds
A triolet is 8 lines (or combinations of 8) ABaAabAB
(I often change the A and a to give more body to the triolet)
Photography: “From My Window” L. Moon copyright 2012
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.
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 
