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Save from the hidden nests of birds,
it was the only one there...isolated,
like an isle...crested on the leveled
top of a gorge...its way down or up
was through a hand-carved series of
steps on its *****...at its front was a
curved gorge......one would think,
it was trying to cross over

the cottage was small, weather-beaten,
desolate......its wooden walls seemed to
have shrunk...its faded colors proclaimed
its age...its having survived past storms....
from its window, the stream was seen,
and heard, flowing on and on between
these two precipitous valleys.

light came from the sun...and moon,
music was provided by the murmurs of
the forceful wind, the continuous flow of
water on the stream, the stirring of the leaves,
the crackling of branches and twigs, the birds'
singing in the spring...the pounding of heavy
rains on its roof...and countless other hymns
of nature......the dweller had heard them all...

beneath a lonely moon glow,
when nights were cold,
there hovered low 'pon its aged roof,
rounds of layered fog...like a series of
steps....like a stairway to the sky...
fog slyly crept, and wilfully shrouded
the cottage.....it vanished from view,
the two gorges and the stream, hushed,
in the dark loneliness of that secluded
spot......their vulnerabilities, trapped
inside....misshapen silhouettes...

in light and in dark,
the whistles of nearing and departing
boats....were wailing, haunting calls,
piercing the peaceful calm of the valleys, or,
maybe, the stilled complacence of the cottage,
or...of the one living in that lonely cottage,
...lost, or gone astray, now weary and worn,
willing to be found...longing to be reunited
.......with the light and warmth of love...

the cottage, the gorges, and the stream
would be loneliest,
without the cottage dweller...


Sally

© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
August 27th, 2018
"...no man is an island..."
WendyStarry Eyes Aug 2018
The Holy Spirit is guiding me to rest
My human nature feels a realm of guilt for this
Yet, my soul has faith for His best
Grace carries me through
Day to day
At this time in my life I will rest
I know this is not the spot
He will always have me stay
I will continue to pray
Follow the Spirits guidance
Building strength within my faith
In preparation for His will and my
Recognition of His way
HAPPY SUNDAY
Victory is accorded to
such matters as the
blending together of
the day and night,
the light and darkness
confronting each other,
fighting for balance.
Morning wins over the night,
even as the night wants
to conquer the daylight,
so even a flicker of light
drives away the darkness
wheresoever they meet.
One must bow down to the other,
yielding to the others invitation,
without struggle,
both seeking for dominance,
but unwittingly ending up
balancing each other.
As darkness is not adapted
to sustain the splendour
of the glittering light of the sun,
but suddenly becomes totally
invisible,
entirely receded and
immediately vanishes,
thus also when the power
of God which fills all
things with good,
abundantly shines forth,
no place is left for the
tumult of evil.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.
Driving up mountain miles
of washboard switchbacks;
jarring the dusty rearview mirror
in my mind:

"but don't look back in anger"  
... I heard you say
stuck in the cloud of dust
befogging my daydream
back somewhere thereabouts
the washed out bridge
that tore us apart
like a flash flood

It was so long ago
since you were running
and I was hiding in plain sight,
from what the storm
in my eyes did tell

Mindful — you were only watching
the growing distance gather;

finding what you didn't lose
looking back to see
   what you can't forget —

like a hesitant child
reluctantly wondering
if anyone was still looking back
at you ―  still running away
from each passing storm


Jesse Stillwater
June   2018
Thank you for reading my soul scribbles
WendyStarry Eyes Aug 2018
Hibernation of memories
In the shower
Their spring awakening for me
Setting my mind
Into the land of poetry
Words begin to float
Throughout my mind
With symmetry
Unfortunately, no pin, no paper
No PC anywhere
Close to me
Just time to relax
In a bit of
Steamy heat
Clearing the mind
Setting free
SWEET
RELAXATION
Back into the land
MEMORY HIBERNATION
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