Time

Time

By J.Lynne Moore

Splintered time
Leaves the heart blind
Stumbling for hope

None can bandage
What has been broken
By the rendering of time

Rage as you might
Time will not yield
Or offer sympathy

As the avalanche falls
So do hopes and dreams
Buried beneath the chaos

To rise above
Is the will of those
Souls painted brave

Swallow your fears
Run from certainty
Time will follow suit

Dirty Water

Dirty Water

By J. Lynne Moore

down the drain
it’s washed away
a dirty memory
soapy decay

white washed
now underground
putrid expression
finally drowned

the sink now clean
bleached, fresh
bones will rot
wormy flesh

water’s clear
flowing free
washed away
the last memory

Sojourn

By J. Lynne Moore

Ask me not,
What’s in my brain;
Thoughts are shallow
Intelligence vain.

Memories drown,
In mediocrity,
Awaiting rescue
From loves apogee.

Shall I surrender,
To this abomination?
Or rally my soul,
Through ample determination?

The way is clear,
Though the sojourn long.
When I triumph…
Who can count me wrong?

Sunrise

By J. Lynne Moore

The morrow’s dawn breaks
A horizon laced, saffron…
Gives slumber pause,
And banishes lingering shadows.

The moon, heavy with sleep,
Finds its rest among the stars,
Laced with the dust of dreams,
Now but a memory.

The nightingale bids good day,
To the jolly sparrow;
As she, the worm plucks,
From the dew laced soil.

The morrow has come…
And leaves not a bitter taste.
But brings with it renewal,
Laced with hope replete.