monday poetry train, Poetry

acquiesce

monday poetry train revisited no 56

night stirs the stillness
cool wind canters
waiting siren yields

embrace the deluge
surrounded by desert
where does the tide conceive

inaudible noise captures a note
beyond the winter tempest
uncharted wanderings

waiting on the corner
dreaming of salvation
she misses her bus

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monday poetry train, Saturday Scribes

exile

Saturday Scribes: theme-midway; words-dappled, fearsome, firefly;
and, monday poetry train; photo: After the Rain, gcquinn, flickr

when the weather began to wane
a cool shivering breeze
melodiously rattled the sleeping bones
scattered among sweet scented grass

at the end unnoticed, a one-way street
no longer surrounds the terminated buried beneath
daily the rusted ancient gate again stirs
eagerly guards the passage portal

dallying dusk discoveries
emancipate moored moans, soft mad wails
kept from the light wind that travels so much further
late afternoon, heat released
as day drifts toward the western sky canvas

rich characters yield a brush
dappled in rosy pink and perfect gray purple
giving way to the entrance of night
sifting the stars, falling flashes, twilight beckons

as if able, the despondent bones
would will the fearsome rotted flesh
back home where night brings
one firefly then another to soothe the story

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