Sickle tools done their jobs Farmers gathered their crops Between fields and laithe Foraging continued though late. Day in, day out... they sowed...
You are the sweetest melody that awaken my senses— perfect for symphony, that elated my ecstasy. You are the sweetest touch
The Drying Tree By: Imrogue Pine needles brittled— The tree’s tall—remains upright— So still and hopeful—
Someone loomed from nowhere— A better glimpse failed her— Her breath was heavy between anticipation and trepidation—
The storm of the night abated to t… Silver lining of clouds highlighte… deep dark canvas above... soon to bare clear starry sky with twinkling stars
The marmalade sky Extends to the horizon Violets and blues Shaded the canvas’ hues Sun...sets incredibly soon.
By: Imrogue The night was still... Bewitched by the magical spell of tender moments together...
Glasses are turned Up for his drinks Stack the card decks Black Jack’s the game Winner takes all!
Hopscotch, bean bags, kick the can and Double-dutch Jack with stones
Gargoyles by Imrogue Grotesque layers horrifying, freakish to sight
A simple utterance was sweet, Spell binding and no conceit. Charmed by his presence, She gladly gave her acceptance To an Autumn Night Dance invitat…
I feel for those tormented souls, in the pit of unescapable ghouls. With serrated tongues that bind tightly, human souls resigned... In their deep melancholy and desol…
I remembered the rise and fall of… that gloomy afternoon... I took a closer look at you in the hospital bed where you lay.… Your beautiful face was swollen
Tonight, through my window, a glimpse of your silvery light dawned upon the grassy fill of this earth. Your quaintness
His lamenting soul Hoping for great redemption— Forgiveness awaits...