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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Sounds of the Night

Sounds of the Night

By J. Lynne Moore

Dancing winds
Whisper a song
Of fireflies
Chased by the ruddy frog

The cackling brook
Chimes a verse
About the spider
And her web of pearly fiber

Rustling leaves
Take up the tune
And sing of the owl
With glowing moonlit eyes

The last to sound
Is the breaking sky
With its saffron morning song
Adieu, goodnight, it is dawn

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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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Our Way

Our Way

By J. Lynne Moore

Love, gentle, is not our way…
Passions, volcanic, upon us play.

Flippant desires, humbled lust;
Sheepish kisses fall to dust.

Only the tides rival our soul;
Spinning cyclones out of control.

Bow to our feverish rapture;
Jealous, our love to capture.

Weep those who cannot see,
The adoration betwixt you and me.

Beyond what, the universe can convey,
Love, gentle, is not our way…

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River Song

River Song

By J. Lynne Moore

‘Tis the river’s song
that leads me nigh;
Through the meadows low,
under the open sky.

A wee dainty tune;
nature’s holy hymn.
Sung on a whisper,
through the shadows dim.

I stroll through the grass,
laden with dew.
My soul joins the chorus;
my heart beats anew.

The jewels in the heavens,
sparkle with delight.
Keeping perfect time,
with the opera’s flight.

By the shore, I now sit,
my toes are not shy,
And find their way gladly,
to the water…I sigh.

Just a moment of bliss;
in a life lived long.
A moment to remember,
singing the river song.

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