Colleen is still not back from her housing adventure, so this weeks poetry challenge will wing its way to her by magic!
I
have one
yesterday
to remember
Sweet summer kisses
Running from sudden storm
Cave we found out of the rain
Emerald walls on Cornwall beach
Where salty kisses are still the best
How long will I remember yesterday…
We
waited
for snowfall
palm prints on glass
cold steamy windows
waiting for the first flakes
we were waiting for magic
my igloo waiting to be built
Snowmen with carrot noses, stick arms
mother’s button jar we raided for eyes…
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Sisu is woven into our DNA
lying dormant, waiting , trapped quicksilver
hoping the day never comes where we will be tested
Do we freeze, or jump into action to save a life?
where we meet a part of ourselves
we would not recognise in the mirror
the hero who hides behind that pinstriped suit
mild-mannered like the man of steel
we would you run into a burning building
because you heard a cry for help?
many think we could go one step beyond
if called upon to act
would you leap without thinking
does quicksilver run through your veins?
old
magic
spells I found
hocus pocus
written in red ink
by foolish minds in need
from dark fancy born at night
dreams gone wrong by wish for power
time guards all sorcery that it owns
your mind alone will never write the spell
your own illusion brings you back to hell
your spell was written with crooked pen
the devil waits to call you in
the wish made while heart was black
returns, a tenfold smack
forgive your mistake
make one right wish
for your life
to turn
back.
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When
Night’s dark
Shadows fall
Lonely hearts call
The land is cold now
Secrets hide in darkness
Shadows crawl with dragon’s tail
They seek to find a place to be
To spread their golden wings in harmony
No harm to those in dragons dreaming sleep…
Yes
I am
the wizard
I grant one wish
a day spent with me
You will not touch my staff
do not walk the woods when dark
not all the elements are tamed
You may think it but a dream when awake
my world holds more pure imagination
I conjure new worlds from many lost daydreams
Camelot, unicorns, silver lakes made
Arthur’s sword with its magic blade
you played your part in this well
Dreams are made from stardust light
A wish while sleeping
by will I grant
keep the world
from the
dark
The
game is
made for two
no easy hobby
challenge met game on
I have played once before
remember, small also wins
guard your King, for I have Castled
the game is mine, today I shall win
Lay down your King now you must surrender
I fear I may have played my hand too soon
I forgot the small but mighty pawn
my sudden thought of winning dashed
the challenge has been renewed
I have not lost all yet
pleasure still remains
my Bishop strikes
he must move
his king
falls
The
warm earth
holds its breath
new life waiting
bird song greets the day
daisies carpet sweet grass
willow fronds touching water
the source of our own beginning
the origin of all that once was
dark to light, mother earth’s chant of joy…
I
attend
Sunday church
my soul transcend
sins everywhere
the walls run thick with tears
heads bowed in silent prayer
seeking forgiveness given here
candle lit, penance paid, sins vanish
I chase my shadow across the Rubicon
The die is cast, whose favour will it fall
my soul hangs in balance of payment
I track the desert wilderness
I seek the one who can help
to return me from hell
call me from exile
the hunt over
my own guide
I live
now
My
dreams burn
fall to ash
my dark moments
lost to the four winds
They will be walked upon
carried to strange unknown places
I weep for the loss of time gone
I wake to dream, returning moments
where I hold you again, only in dreams…
