Into the night
spiraling out of sight
Darkness engulfs
the morning light
Within the blackened void
sucked into the Ancient’s loins
Alive and breathing never more
slip into the Universe rejoined
Light is gone into the depths
caught between unholy nets
Strings of consciousness release
break the bonds leave no regrets
Into the night to disappear
pain and heartache drown in tears
Cleanse the broken tortured soul
mind and body in arrears
A mousy mouse she was
frail by the standards
of conventional mouse culture
Her parents and peers in crude discourse with heavy sighs
proclaimed their disdain daily
The entire mischief of mice
with their squeaky micely voices
cut into her soul with steely edges
One tiny drip of a mouse tear garnishes her long eyelashes reflecting her inner glow to the one who watches
A wondrous cheesy smell penetrates the maze sitting at a curious angle
just outside the little mouse door
Forever hungry and dangerously
impetuous were the little mice from
the mischief behind the baseboards
The frailest of them all
in her soft lilting voice
called to them all they must halt
No one paid her heed
so she sat and watched in safety
the massive black cat on the prowl
It is not time yet
for you to go
You are always with me
I have watched you grow
From a little rambunctious pup
into this massive bundle of fur
Against all the naysayers
your heart and soul stayed pure
It is not time yet
you can not let go
In the endless days ahead
I can not alone forego
Steadfast and loyal are you
you are my very heart
A bond and love so deep
please do not depart
It is not time yet
for you to go
More trails we have to conquer
more love we have to grow
A flicker of remembrance, the forgotten memory faint with feeling. A curl of foreboding, split by a piercing circle of fear. The illusive key to completing the game, a mere tip born from interpretation of a jagged scar bearing the words, that will release the spirit and set it free.
Bird mantra the ribbon of chain
and beads holding the key to the shaft
of happiness hidden behind the veil
The bearded and those who
have but a scar left where their soul
once resided within the grounds of life
Reach for the elusive mantra
that once drew them to the truth
switches the evil into the righteous
In response to Jim at Mindlovemisery Friday Faithful’s Prompt – Man’s Best Friend
A bundle of joy
you certainly were not
A destroyer of toys
and chair legs I begot
The first six months I pondered
what have I wrought
Thinking instead a pretty nice
outfit I should have bought
Yet even then within my heart
this round little fluff ball did trot
Said all to me you should give her up
that pup’s not worth a dog-gone squat
Four years ago it was today
my Koda came a huge long-shot
Not for the sake of my favorite quilt
not even for my ruined teapot
Couldn’t ever in a million years
give her up as I’m completely besot
Her big blue eyes and sweet smile
will keep her mine – the little snot!
Koda now!
Extremely humbled by the acceptance of seven of my poems for publication by the awesome Susi Bocks, Editor-in-Chief at The Short of It! Announcement of feature dates forthcoming.
Thank you so much Susi! 🙏
Voice so soft carried
away by the wind
Like the plaintive cry
of a new born chick
The mighty Hawk
and the stately Eagle
Their strong voices
squashing all others
A baby’s cry masks
a mother’s lonely tears
Each year slips by
her voice unheard
Gentle and true
she sings her song
Alone in the forest
no one hears her there
She sings and she sings
a melodious plea
Deep in the woods
where no one can see
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