Breaking Out

Breaking Out

By J. Lynne Moore

Entrapped, entangled
Within the choking dark
Caught beneath the deep

Interred, entombed
Surviving fathoms below
Encircled by the murk

Encased, enclosed
In a prison keep
Fully self-imposed

Searching, seeking
Aching for comfort and hope
Desperate to escape

Jetting, bursting
A single ray of dawn
Extending through the dark

 

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Cupid’s Heart

Cupid’s Heart

By J. Lynne Moore

A perfect love cannot be found,
not as the earth turns round and round.

Mind you now, my heart is pure;
a youthful love, is my offered cure.

Love through the eyes of a child can be,
unblemished by life’s certain agony.

Arrows shot from my cherub’s hand,
carry the promise of an infant’s brand.

Love of snow, clean, flawless white;
‘tis my heart’s desire, for every flight.

But in those whom, time has well burned,
twist the arrow, are left now spurned.

The child within, locked away, caged…
cannot remove blinders, on the heart, aged.

Hope yet flutters and holds my wings aloft;
I loose another arrow, though I am scoffed.

For chance is alive in this Cupid’s heart,
in the hopes of virtuous love, to impart.

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Invisible Words

Invisible Words

By J. Lynne Moore

Words appear, no ink…
Tangible food for thought.
Through the vale, on the brink,
Not the answer to be sought.

Words appear, reflection,
Swallow hard, regurgitate;
Fevered raw infection,
No control over fate.

Words appear, omnipotent;
The only answer, conclusion.
Comes the wayward chant,
Crashing waves, raptured effusion.

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Galilee Shores

Galilee Shores

By J. Lynne Moore

On Galilee shores,
We drank some wine;
Spit cantankerous words,
At the waves of time.

You kissed my hand,
Before you gave it back;
And I openly sighed…
My words out of whack.

A ponderous smile,
Rolled across your face.
I knew at the moment,
I had won the race.

A wave of affection,
Encased us both.
On Galilee shores,
I do thee be troth.

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Wake Me Not

Wake Me Not

By J. Lynne Moore

Wake me not until the dawn…
The tides have writ the final pawn.

Moon glow cackles along the waves,
To the horizon with shadows paves.

Minutes whisper as they fade away,
Lost to history and memory’s fray.

Wake me not until the dawn…
When the rays, yellow, cheerfully spawn.

And bid the amaranthine a fond adieu,
Sprinkling, soft, the day’s first dew.

My eyes will then upon you be cast,
Our love complete at long last.

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Stay the Course

Stay the Course

By J. Lynne Moore

The point of determination,
Sticks in my craw.
I swallow again and again,
Leave my throat raw.

Logic says do or die! Now!
In the corner “want” starts to cry;
“Will”…gasping for breath,
Blue, purple, don’t let it die…

Silent, my voice falls short.
The crow laughs with a caw.
Determination tries to feed,
On my doubt, it begins to gnaw.

Live support begins to flow…
“Want” and “will” catch their breath.
The diurnal course, moves ahead,
For another day doubt meets death.

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Hourglass Prison

Hourglass Prison

By J. Lynne Moore

Through the limpid, prison glass,
Fall the sands of heedless time.
Never making resplendent sense,
Always ending in a twisted rhyme.

No need to hold your last breath,
Overmarrow cannot be seen,
Cry no more for spilled milk regret,
During the lost affairs of yestereen.

No tepid, vanilla life prospers.
Zeal, adopt it as your first name,
Let choice purchase your victory,
Shatter the hourglass, be never tame.

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