Because/Poetry #SoCS

 

September now has passed from view

and Autumn in the mists

of dank and often dreary

days of Winter’s cold and

unsympathetic hand.

 

Suppose we, then, weep not for days in

whose long, languid shadows

we swore at sweat, nor regret

 the changing climes

in these fearful times.

 

Soon the sap will run again like

rushing tides, life’s vein will

pump wildly to keep time

as we sip wine toasts

to new beginnings

and Summer’s play.

 

I shall give you a bloom for every

moment passed in those hot,

sopping days of free fun

that someone does not,

in foolish jest,

suggest

a frigid day

might count them blessed.

 

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Hop over to Dan’s sofa  

and bring along some hot tea. He has been under the weather. We miss you waxing witt-tastically at the bar! Get well soon.

This post brought to you by Linda Hill and her #SoCS prompt. Jump over to her place for more great prompts and join the fun.

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First Lights

‘Twas the week before Christmas,

and time, it would seem,

to seek out a few of my favorite things.

 

The local town square is always so bright

with sparkling magical holiday lights!

 

But first…

A feast!

 

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I know it doesn’t look much like roast beast!

The Whos were having their office affair

Decked out in their jammies, with nary a care.

 

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Time to pay up and get out in the air!

 

The lights were all twinkling

We went straight to the Square!

 

 

 

Reflections I see

in the spheres on the tree-

such curious faces

staring back at me!

 

Wait! Is this a Prince I have found?

 

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Sitting alone

on the cold, hard ground-

but where is your crown? 

I kissed his cold cheek

all damp with the night.

He was not shy,

and did not give fight.

 

Still,  he sat there on

his rock and remained

a frog-content,

and without shame.

 

The lights! The lights I see..

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They light up the night and

my heart with glee.

 

Swans a swimming,

frogs a leaping-

all within my heart

for keeping.

 

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At this time of year

restraint disappears

and like a child

my soul is wild

with hopes and dreams

as love light gleams

across the world.

 

Oh, why can’t every day be like Christmas?

 

 

The night was dark

and nothing scary

though our ‘free’ dessert

was something hairy!

😱

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Shame on you kitchen friends. And it had such promise….

This post brought to you by Linda Hill and her #SoCS post prompt.

For adventure and some historic doors hop over to Dan’s place. That guy does some traveling!

 

 

Imagine Me #SoCS/#Poetry

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Imagine me

not what you see-

naked, shivering, withered tree

still donning bits of finery.

My skin gone rough and graying

and the ground beneath decaying

where my roots are firmly planted

as my spine grows bent and slanted.

 

Close your eyes…

try to recall,

the kiss of Fall

so sweet he made us blush

and feel the golden rush

of girlish delight!

 

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His nimble hands did thus caress,

so wild, untamed and wreckless

we danced, to light the sky!

‘What need for garments?’,

freedom urged

and thus, unfettered,

body purged

of wrappings,

those trappings

that tame the spirit,

fool the mind,

the eye…

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the passersby shook their heads

and grinned instead of

placing blame,

”Oh what a shame,”

was all they said.

Such loveliness once on the trees

lay now in shreds around their knees.

Brazen beauties!

 

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Remember me,

when thus you see

the gnarled skin-

what lies within

remains the same-

everlasting,

till Spring plants a kiss-

such bliss!

 

Then comes the blush,

yet now the hush

of naked truth

is cold and silent.

 

In Winter’s keep

doth does she sleep

with dancing dreams

of gold and green.

”Sweet May,”

yawns she,

“Imagine me.”

 

 

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Today’s #SoCS post brought to you through The magic of Linda Hill’s blog.

Today’s word prompt was ma. Use it alone or as part of a word manipulation. Extra points for beginning your post with it.

Visit Linda’s place for more great posts and prompts. I hope you join the fun! Happy #Free48 everyone. If you are thirsty, stop in at the bar and strike up a conversation with Dan. He’ll tell you what’s good on the menu and share some humor. Maybe. If you buy him a beer. 😉

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Autumn Fire/Winter’s Desire #1LinerWeds

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Stealing itself against the sharp edge of Winter,

waiting in silent anticipation of day’s end

 

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Sun’s last cry of surrender to night strikes

her cold, hard body, as flint to steel..

 

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Igniting a spark, flicker of brilliance

setting Autumn’s fine petticoats on fire!

Watch her sway and burn with bright desire

to be caressed by his glow, kissed by his hot breath

as bitter darkness follows close behind.

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But in that briefest of moments she blazes with glory,

they dance in fiery passion, embracing end of day

when azure skies and butterflies have gone away.

Promises are whispered in the shadow of delight

that while she sleeps he will keep the firelight

aglow.

She knows

his word is true.

“See you in the Spring, my lovely,” he whispers as he slips the petticoats from her

body and kisses her to sleep.

Do not weep.

She will return, together they will burn again in Spring.

 

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In All Things/#Inspiration

God called to me today,

”Get up, come out and play!”

 

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The Earth is there with open arms

to dazzle with her mystic charms..

lead on!

 

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Her stewards once of flesh and bone

now rest as dust and ash

immortalized in bronze and stone,

their histories shared for cash

 

 

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Can you hear me?

came the whisper

from the shadow dancing light.

 

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Can you feel me?

Yes! My spirit called to life

as my wounded soul took flight.

 

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Touch me, heal me, fill me.

Let me carry you inside

like jewels of bright eternity

that anyone who touches me

Be comforted when thus to see

your reflection in my eyes.

 

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Angels walk this world

their feathered wings unfurled

as gentle hands that guide us on

and words our kinship leans upon.

 

I thank heaven for these gifts

And free!

 

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Today the Creator smiled at me!

 

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The In Between/#SoCS

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The In Between

 

When first comes shift of Summer’s light,

to softer hues and hazy views,

while midnight’s face grows clear and bright

its eyes aglow, that watching know

a secret.

 

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Thus when with glee and childlike, free

we squeal and squirm like earthy worms

exposed and bare as the naked tree-

unashamed.

 

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Days of warm and golden treasure

turn to crimson fire-the heart’s desire

to swim in Nature’s pleasure

as she fades..

 

To pause the needle on the clay

as it spins a life away

and revel in the vast array

of Autumn’s finery.

 

Noses tingle from the strange mingle

of chill and smoky musk,

the fireflies lighting dusk

like tiny lanterns.

 

Oh stay!

The heart pleads,

as even raking leaves

seems not so much a chore

as child’s play on such a day.

Lean on the handle, close your eyes

and imagine flying on a broom

across the moon!

 

To dissuade the cruel hand

that will paint the ever-land

a barren canvas white and brown.

Nature’s mask of death,

that on the air shall cast its breath

in frozen efigy.

 

Can we stay for just awhile

in the land of grins and giggles,

pumpkins, apples, pies and wriggles?

Let Winter wait in dreams, alone

for it chills me to

the  very bone!

 

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This post brought to you courtesy of Linda Hill and her #Stream of Consciousness Saturday weekly prompt. Visit the link to her blog to meet other great bloggers and catch up on her recent projects!

 

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