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I am lost…
wandering aimlessly
among towering pines,
sweeping branches
of shaded bliss
leaving pine cone markers
along a soft needled path

The breeze is cool,
fragrant wisps through
clinging vines braided
in abstract patterns
as I try to gather
my bearings

I can see the sun
through the forest
falling lower in the sky
reflecting on the
calm flowing waters
of this small stream
I have been following
for what seems to be hours

Carp and minnows,
orange, black and gray
swim happily
with little care though
I am becoming worried now,
my body aches from the walking
but it feels good
the air is still sweet
as I hear an owl
in the darkness
of the treed canopy
greeting me

I come to a clearing,
tall grasses sway
and I see the sunset
blooming like a prized rose,
petals awash in bright pastels
on the horizon

I sit for a spell
gazing upon the
wonders of nature,
thinking back on
what I have seen,
what I have experienced
and what I am witnessing
right now and finally realize

I am not lost at all…
*I am found
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This humid night lingers,
along weeping fence lines
of tear drop perspiration
peppered in glistening spider webs
and I am missing you

Staring up at a melancholy sky,
counting hours on the face of the moon
while minute hand comets
slowly float by in orbiting arcs
getting nowhere fast

I see shadows reach beyond
June bug buzzings
to far away borders
of maple leaf pathways
and cherry blossom whispers,

And I know this is
where my heart longs to be
as I walk towards the North Star
hoping constellations
*will guide me home to you
Good night beautiful
~

For this of castled velvet throne
A queen does weep a single tear
Bleak shadows of this night have grown
To cast upon her heart this fear

Reflection polished marble floor
Her silhouette of humbled reach
Now shutters via nightmare’s pour
Alone of bridges fought to breach

Beyond the window valleys sleep
Soft candle flame in slumbered night
Flickering her pain felt deep
Burning through in cautioned light

An empty throne aside her heart
Its warmth now chilled of worried feel
That day her love he did depart
Read messages to long conceal

Her single kiss of cherished due
A farewell bid, pled safe return
Lost amidst this sorrowed view
And loneliness again did burn

As if the dawn had been his shield
In misty haze on moor’s harsh breath
Of forest frame it had concealed
A moment quick of arrow’s death

She takes this single tear she’s cried
Into a glass of liquid clear
This droplet of her love applied  
Her broken heart to wish him near

And brings this potion to her lips
Such bitter taste slow going down
A whispered hope in swallowed sips
To then remove her saddened crown

Upon his throne of gold now rests
She breathes one final moment pure
Her eyes now close of wishful quest
*To be with her sweet king once more
-

A full moon shines
this cloudless sky
and watches as
I pass it by

While riding on
a shooting star
that’s taking me
to where you are

Neath heaven’s gaze
illumined bright
so I may bring
my love this night

It matters not
where you might be
as long as you
will wait for me

I’m flying fast
as I can go
if you look up
you’ll see my glow

That’s me up there
so high above
now floating down
with all my love

So hopefully
you'll open wide
your heart so I
may land inside
Good night Beautiful
Today
Is a wonderful day
Was horrible and heart-wrenching before...
But now
A calm
Cool
Cherub peace!!!!
Hast knocked at mine door.....
As tis I  know I haveth much greatfullness for mine one life....
Soon to shareth hopefully one day with a queen
And that queen
To call mine beloved wife!!!
Though Maby just hopeful wishing now
Tis
All I canst do is try
To be uplifted back to the cumulus town!!!!
its report

sharp as
a rifle crack

the shot
that misses

this time

jangling the brain
with anxiety

for the bullet

next time

that will not
be heard

  - mce
I saw
an old man
kneeling
on the side
of the road
the other day.

I stopped
to ask
if I could
help in
any way.

I could
see him
flap his arms,
hear him
mutter
and pray.

"There is
no help,"
he shouted.
"Be on
your way!"

I left then
because
I was afraid
that should
I stay,

I might begin
to kneel,
to flap
my arms,
to mutter
and to pray.
  - mce
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