eternity
By J. Lynne Moore
quarks, protons, electrons, atoms, molecules
cells, organs, flesh, body
steam(gas), water(liquid), ice(solid)
one is all,
all are one
infinite cycle…
cycling infinitely
can you tell the beginning…
from the end?
gaze upon the mirrored mirror
as you recite pi
eternally, eternal, eternity
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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
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
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
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
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
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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Honor, Freed
By J. Lynne Moore
Heart of love blossoms new,
Meek, to mild, to explosion, grew.
Give me away, you win indeed;
Hold me to close, you slowly bleed.
Watered with tears of joy’s marrow,
Drown with the tears of wholesome sorrow.
An elegant dress of a rainbow hew,
Tights of emerald green too.
A life lived in honor, freed;
In death I leave a lovely seed.
By any other name you may call me,
But beauty is all you will see.
A/N – My son challenged me to write a poem describing a rose without using the words, rose, thorn, flower, petal, red or bouquet.
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Winter Lace
By J. Lynne Moore
Flutter down ever softly,
Oh dainty winter’s lace.
Blanket all in chilly view,
Rest gently on my face.
A jubilant “Welcome”, rejoice!
As the feathered crystals float,
Down from Heaven’s storehouse;
Wrapping all in its frosty coat.
Child and elder huddle close,
While taking in the tranquil sight.
Grateful for the frozen gift,
This gelid fleece, luminous…white.
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