floating and leaving no trace
the woods still sigh, the owls still weep
in the darkness, dark shadows creep
and thoughts of you still fill my head
the fallen trees run black with mold
the silent leaves no longer gold
a sweet, low song fills me with dread
i left you here cold in the ground
with shuttered eyes, you made no sound
yet there you stand, though you are dead
——
Jane Dougherty Writes
Poetry challenge #23: Nove otto
Happy Early Halloween!
watching for hours
slowly, slowly without wings
the orange moon flies
——
the groom lifts the veil
readies himself for a kiss
the lich plans elsewise
——
RonovanWrites
Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt
Challenge #88 Lift&Plan
a flash of silver
moon dancing on still water
lake after midnight
——
RonovanWrites
Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt
Challenge 86 Flash&Dance
silent birds
there will be no spring
no blossoms
no green buds
to reach for the yellow sun
no signaled ending
winter sleeps
and in his flawed dream
his eyes close
then open
a cold world shot through with ice
white intensity
——
the secret keeper
Weekly Word Prompt #25
(5) Words: | REACH | SHOT | INTENSE | FLAW | SPRING |
the path, old unused
overrun with brush–still i
choose this unfulfilled promise
my steps a rhythm
a beat like the human heart
a new view of old vistas
—-
The Secret Keeper
Weekly Writing Prompt #24
(5) Words: | WALK | OLD | PROMISE | VIEW | BEAT |
Words and Feathers 