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Down we go, dutifully down.
Our faces only wear a frown
Or emotionless they crash and fall,
Because real feelings are so small.
Who cares, right?
Who gives a ****?
We do, we care. Oh what bad luck.

A shadow of Doubt creeps up behind.
We don’t intend to be unkind,
But unaware of what it means
We blunder through and tear the seams.
We’re sorry, ok?
Are we to blame?
The truth, we fear, will bear our name.

Oh we, oh why, a blissful blunder
Has yet again turned into thunder.
 Nov 2012 cassie sky
Ruby Watson
Awake
mono no aware,
          so adored,
     rested upon
pure pillows,
          billowed,                          
blooming, and drifting,
on the dreams we evoked
in pink petalled words,
as t'skys silence
spoke.
Currently musing in Hanami
;~)
"Hanami" is the centuries-old practice of picnicking under a blooming Sakura.
" Mono No Aware" is the transience of the blossoms, the extreme beauty and quick death, has often been associated with mortality.
"Sakura" - Cherry blossoms
 Nov 2012 cassie sky
Marian
Let us dance and let us fly,
Beneath the moonlit sky,
Up, up, up so high;
The fairies smile at the moon as they pass by.

Let us sit by the stream,
We're angels of their dreams,
After we finish sewing the seams,
Of the moonlight's beams.

~Marian~
 Nov 2012 cassie sky
Marian
Kitten (babies or any age/size) are small blessings from God,
When first born they are as small as a pea pod.
Unlike dogs that go bow-wow,
Kittens have a quiet meow,

Often when I look at them I say: wow,
Kitten purr so pet them now!
They are small,
They sit in the hall.

They nap all day,
And the rest of time they play,
I have a place for them in my heart;
Big or small they're smart!!

They usually catch a mouse (or mouses),
For this reason,
And many more;
It's best to keep them in the house.

            ~Marian~
 Nov 2012 cassie sky
Marian
Let the sun and moon be a comfort to you,
Under skies of clear blue.
Let the faerie dust around you fly,
One burden lifted. You heave a sigh.

Do like me and get into a boat,
And find a water lily bloom that down the river did float.
Weave a web of colours gay,
Even if the be day be gray,
There is still light around you;
Under skies of clear blue.

*Marian
I  thought this up while commenting on one of my Daddy's poems and I liked it so much I thought I'd post it on my page.
 Nov 2012 cassie sky
Marian
I see ten mountain peaks,
Their beauty I seek,
There they are clothed so fancy yet meek!

I see hunter-green furs,
I also see some larkspurs,
There are trees on either side;
Of the beautiful waterfall wide.

I see boulders piled nearly as high,
As high as the trees and peaks which almost touch the sky,
Oh, how I would love to go there;
To see the ten peaks and take in the lovely fresh mountain air!

There are fluffy white clouds in the sky,
And on one side a rippling hill doth lie,
There on the mountains snow is scattered here and there;
I see the light blue sky in the air!

The mountains are carefully built close together in heaps,
And in Spring all ten peaks a little peek,
Wherefore they're called ten peaks!

   *Marian
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