photo credit to Kevin Trotman (The Rocketeet on Flickr)
Tip tap tip tap echoed in my sanct… Each day comes extra ordinarily When I swim across the ocean of p… Filled with new lights for words a… Many were in deep melancholy
By: Imrogue Up amidst the blackened sky... glowing with spectacular sight– Lanterns of different colors: red, white, green, yellow, blue,
Up on the Aratiles tree, the little girl shouted to thee. “Red berries are now ready, get the basket, come and see!” Under the Aratiles tree,
You carved your words into my heart— You may release the dagger now
By: Imrogue Flickering lights illuminated my way through the tunnel of sorrow. Coldness in the night
I saturated my being with all thei… I swam across the thoughts they sh… Finding the meaning of it all... Will there be one? I wonder. In the remnants of my memories,
Scoped—surveyed Perimeter was eyed for the next attack. On target’s back, motionless and light.
In her statuesque beauty, A figure, so grotesque I can see.… She was meticulously carved with c… But a darkened soul inside shrieki… Layers of contrite, mournful devou…
By: Imrogue Bring her flowers, bring her pies.… Some dandelions, but not blowflies… Pick up a stick, she won’t even mi… She’ll appreciate whatever you may…
Sickle tools done their jobs Farmers gathered their crops Between fields and laithe Foraging continued though late. Day in, day out... they sowed...
Someone loomed from nowhere— A better glimpse failed her— Her breath was heavy between anticipation and trepidation—
Carousel I see, parading in front of me. Elephant, giraffe, chimpanzee and I think... a giant bumble bee! Yonder, I see
Today, I realized your voice has… Deeper than usual. Isn't that str… When I caught your quirky smile, you walked away; that's not your s… "Let me feel your forehead."
In time, I leave my place... Detaching connection from the base… Pulling away is my norm To defy and not to conform. The 'wind witch’ is on the roll,
Whisper to me softly and caress me gently with your hope of dreams for us tomorrow... Let us listen to nightbirds