Stone Cold #poetry #pen

you whispered a story

deep in my ear

things

I’d rather not ever hear

*

fantasy

a bow about my heart

had screamed and tugged

torn me  all apart

*

Imagined I

dark beasts and worlds

spiraling  flames

that burned and curled

*

now the very thing

I dreamed

was the place I awakened

in a frightful scream

*

leave me not

no more alone

for in this grey reality

I awoke a stone

Please join me today at Pen of the Damned where my prose  grew from this poem.

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Waiting for You #poem (One shot Wednesday)

I sat looking

Waiting

Hoping

for One last glimpse

of us

***

There we were on our bench

the picture so clear

sweet summer fragrance

eyes only for each other

***

You held me tight

beneath the maple trees

emanating warmth

even in the fall breeze

***

Words they heard

in our lover’s embrace

carefully conveyed into the night

as though they had done this before

***

You were only a breath away

whispered never “let you go”

gave me hope for tomorrow

yet  I am here all alone

***

That love so strong

had one weak link

more than tears rusted through

our loving embrace

***

So I make a vigil

before our bench

I cast my love

into the frosty night

***

Into barren arms of naked maples

and cold winter air

“please hold my dreams tight”

they hear me whisper

****

I listen for hopes of you

things not spoken my dear

perhaps no one will hear

but maybe they will get

through to you

This poem is in honor of the men and women whose love was separated forever by disaster the day that Pearl Harbor was attacked December 7, 1941.

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Photography: Leslie Moon – Fall bench

Benson Kua – winter bench

*http://www.flickr.com/photos/bensonkua/3293510705/

Mill Creek

Sometimes she runs

other times she trickles

her beauty is bubbly

at times though she is fickle

***

What is it?

Do I hear her speak?

her timeless  song

gives me cause to think

***

Her voice is rapturous

her whisper sweet and  dear

gentle when she wants me

her words of love are clear

***

What do I see in her

so different than the rest

she smiles at me

I alone am hers by request

Photo: “Mill Creek” – L. Moon