Cathedral Memories

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I walked the path
other’s trod before me,
crossing the threshold
into peace and tranquility.

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Daylight broke through
stained glass windows,
depicting historical images
the life of this building.

St.Mary the Virgin Church - Rye - Sussex

Monuments and tablets
adorn these walls,
those to be remembered
not forgotten by time.

Heartfelt Feelings

Memories - Vidan Art Beland

Warmth and emptiness
spread through her body,
as her fingers and toes
filled with numbness and feelings.

She felt as though
she would break apart,
into millions of pieces
and disappear into oblivion.

As his soft blue eyes
gazed into her green eyes,
she knew at that instance
he could read her mind.

All Seasons

Reflections by Liek

Late snowfall had melted
bleating new born lambs faded,
spring was on its way
village gardens come to life.

Bluebells sapphired the woodlands
buttercups gilded the meadows,
daffodils gave way to pansies
blazing baskets all in bloom.

As summer burst forth
blue skies and white clouds,
blue lakes and white swans
feeding crumbs, to hungry swans.

Butterflies exploding from hedgerows
dragon flies glinted in the sun,
insects skate upon the surface
of the village pond.

Soft breezes, rustling wind
summertime moving with the breeze,
leaves turning golden brown
autumn is a coming.

Storms battled with the sun
rainbows across the shoreline,
as autumn moves in
with a chill in the wind.

Leaves fall from the trees
plants shedding their leaves,
temperatures plummet
as winter moves in…

A New Day

Day's End by Edlittle

The dawning of a new day
as daylight flickers on the wall,
eyes closed in deep sleep
as you murmur in your sleep.

The birds chirping outside
telling you its time to rise,
as the sun bursts forth
the room filled with light.

In the faithful flow of light
a feeling, a presence exists,
I sense you at my side
once and always.

Rules

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As Charmaine grew
doing as she pleased,
calm in the belief
that’s as it should be.

She did not comprehend
how others could decide,
how it was proper
for her to behave.

She lived in her world
behind her shadowed face,
for no one had ever
entered, her secret world.

No amount of force
could part those doors,
her hound-dog eyes
a testimony to her thoughts.

Left without trace…

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I remember your blonde hair
tied back with coloured beads,
when you walked out on me
that hot summer’s day.

I always expected
you would return,
for I was waiting
with arms open wide.

I searched for you
high and low,
you just vanished
leaving no trace.

As the years passed by
and you did not return,
I knew in my heart
I would live alone.

My focus in life
had all but gone,
the day you walked out
without saying good-bye.

Quiet Times…

St.Mary the Virgin Church - Rye - Sussex

I walked the path
other’s trod before me,
crossing the threshold
into peace and traquility.

Daylight broke through
small patterned windows,
depictiong forgotten history
of this wonderful building.

Monuments and tablets
adorn these walls,
those to be remembered
not forgotten by time.

What is Poetry?

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via What is Poetry? — Asha’s Blog

Freedom

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I have escaped
yet I am a prisoner,
I exit my cell
I am free as a bird.

I leave my body
float off my bunk,
I turn around
my body sleeps.

The elation of freedom
what a joy to be free,
within a dreamlike state
free to wander, free to roam.

I would focus my attention
on my new environment,
speak I must not, otherwise
I would be lost, never to return.