Winchester, Va   
Lover of poetry, film, comedy, the paranormal, OBX and women named Eve
Lover of poetry, film, comedy, the paranormal, OBX and women named Eve

twilight
such a beautiful word
as if the sight itself could be heard
the soft glowing light from the sky
when the Sun is below the horizon,
caused by the refraction and scattering
of the Sun's rays from the atmosphere
it's so clear
come close
do you hear?

there is a dictionary's description of the word 'twilight' that begins and ends within this poem verbatim - It was so good I thought I'd use it
#sun   #stars   #listen   #horizon   #twilight  
MyDystopiA
MyDystopiA
5 days ago

It's a long walk
to the sun.
Not all my days
are good.

Like the moon
and the sea
we rise, we fall,
we come undone,
we run and run.

The tree stands
against the light
The darkness
comes out at night.

We look our whole lives
for who we are inside.

Sometimes
we don't like what we find.  
Sometimes
there's not enough time.

©J Cole

they bring smiles
because there are no words
they fight off tears
because they want to remain strong
they write poems
of what a kind person he was
and they leave photos on a table
of him as a younger man
smiling at his wedding
his beloved holding his hand
as they reflect on their once in a lifetime day

I sat and took all this in
this funeral for a man I barely knew
but in the few moments we spent alone
on the porch at his home
just a few days before my daughter
would be married to his son
I found him to be a man
I would like to know better
a man of few words
his kind heart on display
in his quiet, gentle way
I'm sure I will see him soon enough
and we will continue our conversation
and smile
as we talk of our sons and our daughters

my daughter's father-in -law passed away Friday and I attended his funeral yesterday

Forgotten flower
silently wilts -
May you have sweet dreams.

I'm quietly fading away....
#love   #haiku   #lost   #dreams   #saddness   #adult  
Petal
Petal
7 days ago

We're sand, you know
Slipping through splayed fingers
Our hearts,
Are but ash filled bubbles
Carried upon the lilac,
rough winds of May
Blown by peach faced children
Sensitive to the human touch
Grasped too hard,
And a poets heart
Will burst
Should we fall,
As we so often do
We can't be caught
Promiscuous in our words
Faithful, in our dreams
We,
Ash filled bubbles
Eternally in May and lilac~A

I Love You All and that's all I have to say of that.<3

my dark waters stir
turning the moon's placid reflection
into a chaotic dance of broken light
echoes of churning
deep water
saturate
and raise your foreboding laughter
up and over the old well's lips
but you will not awaken me
to burn this nightmare into my core
rather I shall sleep into dawn
awaken to a silent Sun
you once held my heart below these waters
but unlike all those that followed
I survived you
you may impose fear in the heart
of a wayward toad
or other spineless woodland creatures
but I sleep well
immune to your frozen tears

inspired by the song 'Poltergeist' by Banks
https://youtu.be/2WaA8rYCKFo

if an idea for a poem pops into one's head
the genie of imagination begins inking
every piece referencing an original thread

one formulates works by this unique stead
of its methodology there will be no sinking
if an idea for a poem pops into one's head

images and descriptive terms then spread
through each line noted on a linking
every piece referencing an original thread

to create one's own mixture of bread
never deviating far from the nub's clinking
if an idea for a poem pops into one's head

always keeping time with a continual tread
the blue-print imparted in one's thinking
every piece referencing an original thread

what concept may spring to one's mind lead
within the verse there found natural blinking
if an idea for a poem pops into one's head
every piece referencing an original thread

#poem   #original   #imagination   #idea   #pops  
 
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