Remembering Daddy

Remembering Daddy

By J. Lynne Moore

Canary smiles flit,
to faces in the room;
airplanes of paper wit,
thrown out upon the gloom.

Remembrances passed around,
free of charge or back tax.
Flowing with love unbound,
seeping into all our cracks.

His ashes a centerpiece…
tangible evidence, proof,
of the man we all caprice.
As we gather beneath his roof.

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Witching Hour

Witching Hour

By J. Lynne Moore

death be damned
at the curtain call
the devil shouts,
“T’is last call!!”

demons cheer
banshee’s shriek
the witching hour
begins to peak

a free for all
begins tonight
lock your doors
stay out of sight

hell’s door opens
on the midnight hour
purgatory’s spawn
walk in power

gnashing teeth
tickle your ears
spectral hands
bring you fear

they know your sins
and will not wait
transgressions awarded
they’ll seal your fate

hark, the witching hour
now in full swing
spirits of hell frolic
with death to bring

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Death of a Stone

Death of a Stone

By J. Lynne Moore

In sorrow the stone lays,
Un-moving in the cutting rain.
Greedily, the earth beneath,
Drinks the stone’s sandy pain.

Each chilling drop, a dagger,
Plunging into the stone’s heart;
Carrying away the substance,
Tearing the stone apart.

There once was a time…
When the stone was a bolder, grand.
Mighty and massive, hulking,
Until the rain turned it to sand.

The stone, soon only a pebble,
Washed away in the laughing rain.
Who will remember the stone?
As it softly weeps in vain.

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