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The Storm Rolls In

Storm-Clouds

Where have you gone?
The clouds roll in
I haven’t seen you
It begins to rain
It’s been too long
The wind does howl
You didn’t say ‘goodbye’
A lightning bolt
Where have you gone?
The sun goes dark

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Don’t read too much into this – I wanted to write a poem that fit with these photos ;)  A storm moved through last night.  As it came in, I took these pictures.

Hot

 

Sunset

Sweaty, sticky and hot
The temperature’s rising
Ready or not

Steamy, a feverish air
I’m burning up
Doesn’t seem fair

Is it the weather
Or are you to blame?
Didn’t notice the heat
‘Til I saw your flame

Sweaty, sticky, not cool
A flush on my face
And I feel a fool

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It is hot today.  Very hot.  It was hot yesterday.  Very hot.  I’m talking 98F or 37C hot.  So I decided to write a hot weather poem.

Or did I? ;)

Since You’re Gone

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The stars shine less bright
Since you’re gone

They no longer
Have a need
To prove themselves

The birds have all taken flight
Since you’re gone

They no longer
Sing
To mimic your voice

The sun doesn’t provide much light
Since you’re gone

It no longer
Has a twin
To bless with its kiss

My heart is as cold as night
Since you’re gone

It no longer
Rejoices
In my chest

Since you’re gone

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Don’t worry, I’m fine :)  This is a love poem to no one, and my heart is not broken.

November Empty Trees

November Trees

A cry
A moan
Roaring like the distant sea
But with a ghostly whine
The cold wind
Shrieking through
The November empty tree
Some tatters of leaves still left
The bones of the dead
Rattling  at the crunch of their cast off brothers
Being smashed beneath my feet
The early season ice pellets
Bite into my face
The sting reminding me
That I am alive
Despite all of the evidence
The wind
Rips through my tattered heart
Calling your name
But gets echoes
Of the November empty trees
In return

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Unfortunately I couldn’t find any pictures to match the mood ;)  I guess I take happy pictures.  (I spent some time trying to make that picture more moody…)

For You

Swan

You said something
That reminded me
Of a romance
Now forgotten
So quite bold
I went off
Writing to echoes
Of my pounding heart
Repeating sweet memories
Verses about shadows
Words of an ache long quenched
But sometimes
You say something
That reminds me
Simply
Of you
And then
I ask myself
What should I write?

Songs of Ocean and Moon

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Selina could feel the throb of the Ocean pulsing through her long before she could actually make out the roar of the waves.  The beat of the earth’s salty heart made a rhythm with her own, a dance she alone shared with the mighty Sea.

But as she followed her thin shadow across the silvery landscape she realized that another heard his call.  For climbing up behind her, as she neared the westward ledge over the water, was her soul-sister, Moon.  She had a special relationship with Moon.  Sometimes, when no one was watching, Selina danced a slow, sinewy dance with sister Moon.  It was an old dance, a dance that came from her soul, a restless dance of subtle movements far removed from that earthy dance of the pulsating beat of Ocean.  For the flow and ebb of sister moon took weeks to complete, from absence to full and back to nothing again, always changing, always restless but always there.  The music of the Ocean, also restless, pulsed seconds between waves, hours between tides, creating a much quicker, Earthier, lewder dance. Continue reading