I Write

I Write

By J. Lynne Moore

Sleep would be nice,
But I have something to say;
My pen won’t stop,
Can’t Keep the words at bay.

Neither the Sun nor Moon,
Or stars so bright,
Can stop my thoughts,
From dancing as I write.

Braiding words back and forth,
Brings infinite pleasure;
One word after another,
Each stanza a new treasure.

Poem after poem,
Each tells its own story.
Some speak of sadness,
Others sing of glory.

So here I still sit,
and continue to write;
Another poem in the books,
So now I can say good-night.

Charcoal Soul

Charcoal Soul

By J.Lynne Moore

In the shadows,
Where she lives,
No one knows,
The joy it gives.

The echoes bounce,
And speak her name;
This is her favorite,
Lonely game.

No more longing,
For an earthly touch;
She has no use,
For the lover’s crutch.

The passage of time,
Has no hold,
On her charcoal soul,
In the face of death, so bold.

Tapestry

By J.Lynne Moore

In want of words,
For my loom;
To weave together,
A sentence bloom.

With gentle tone,
And humble pen;
Back and forth,
My tale does spin.

Of noble knights,
And wee fairy queens,
A blanket of words,
Reveals my dreams.

The shuttle slides,
Fast and then slow.
Onward now…
The words must flow!

The tapestry complete,
Varied shades and hues.
I rest my pen,
In contemplative muse.