Withered Hand

Withered Hand

J. Lynne Moore

A withered hand waits,
For the touch of youth.
Fearing now the loss…
The reality of stubborn truth.

The repetition of sunrise,
Has left it’s wrinkled mark;
And still the withered hand…
Waits, as the shadows grow dark.

Faded now, the journey’s road,
Bellows caution, dead end…
And as the moments linger,
The withered hand does ascend.

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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

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Sojourn

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?

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Sunrise

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.

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Broken Glass

Broken Glass

J. Lynne Moore

Dainty shards lay on the floor,
Where once there was a glass.
I cut my hand and so much more;
‘Twas not I that committed the trespass.

The wounds were deep and ragged,
And festered as I wept.
Blood tumbled to the floor,
As the shards I gently swept.

Who broke the glass, I know not;
‘Twas shattered before my time,
But here I stand among the lees,
Wasting away my prime.

The fractured ort has been disposed,
The blood washed away by tears.
But the scars from the broken glass
Will adorn me for all my years.

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Dance of the Tides

Dance of the Tides

By J. Lynne Moore

The tides will not wait,
for the hearts of men.
They dance with naked stars,
and have no shame in sin.

They ride the waves of eternity,
cutting a path of faith;
content in lunar harmony,
loved by the moonbeam wraith.

A boundary set between worlds,
salt and sand collide.
No force can bring an end,
to the ballet of the tide.

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Eternal Hunter

Eternal Hunter

By J. Lynne Moore

Secrets crawling,
In the dark.
Caressing shadows…
Hit the mark.

Devious intent,
Swirls contrite;
Innocent to victim,
Evil’s blight.

Tank of emotions…
Empty… not a drop.
Human automaton,
Won’t ever stop.

Bloody hands,
Numbing rage,
Sings a new song,
Torn from an old page.

A prize now won,
Move on to the next.
Just a day in the life,
Of a soul vexed.

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