Moonchild

I am a child of the earth
Raised by the stars in the sky
Tended by the moon as I sleep
Scars of the world clothe me
Her wounds rich in history.

I am bathed by the tears of the clouds
When it rains, the wind howls-in my ears
Apocalyptic....
When I cry-the earth soaks up my tears
A piece of my soul
Turning to dust;
And like dust, I rise
A storm of stardust
On moonstruck madness..

The sky calls out my name at dawn
Sparking the sun on my breast..

I am a child of the earth
The darkness and the light
The truth, the lie
Sorrow and joy
It's all there in the
Pen that I wield.


#free verse
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WAYMARKS

WAYMARKS

https://blindwilderness.wordpress.com/2019/05/14/waymarks-6/
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I am honored to share Lorraine’s incredible journey of hope . She has generously allowed us into her life for which I cannot thank her enough. I salute this amazing woman’s indomitable courage . Her awesome poetry is an inspiration .

Aurora

On oceanus' edge
Borealis blooms sparkle-
A glazed east enticed....

Her rose-gold arms, she blinds the stars, melting Luna into blushing shadows. Zephyrus flits on rays of Sol, luminescing the Ersa.

Bringer of light
Eosphoros shines
Fire-bright..Day-bright.

I watch Eos as she streaks across the sky riding chariots-Lampus and Phaeton--trailing safron robes, she cradles undressed sky on mantle of glimmering lace.

She breathes into earth
Chastity of a new born day---
A special time.


A waterloo

Flowers grew where gunfire thundered
Unrelenting, the bullets plundered
No one listened to no decree
To spare dying humanity
Broken soldiers blindly blundered
Women, children helpless rendered
Amidst chaos reason floundered
None listened to compassion's plea
The war brought peace down on its knee
A waterloo
They walked leaving trail of tears, blood
Homeless, they might as well be dead
Losing loved ones and family
Justice became a tragedy
A waterloo.



#Rondeau

You are

You are the ink that runs in my quill
Becoming the colors that my dreams spill.
You are the letter that shapes my word
Spanning the page like wings of a bird.
You are the thought that fills up my sense
You are the longing that is so immense.
You are the breath that escapes in a sigh
You are the memory in my mind's eye.
You are the peace that whispers in my heart
The oxygen that gives my heart a start .
You are the tear that I hold in my eye
You are the yearning I cannot deny.
You are the rhyme in my April sky
The twinkle in the stars that pass me by.
You are the light in the black of my eyes
You are the answer to all of my why's.
You are the arms that embrace me tight
Together in a love so infinite.

Butterflies

Jeweled
Gossamer wings
Waltz ambrosial trails
Pivoting a lustrous zephyr
Flower smitten, nectar laden, honeyed
Flamenco ballerinas swirl
Little handmaids of wind
Winging, gliding
Lucent.
Petite
Fairies flutter
Tiara of colors
Sipping flavors on orchard's breath
Dipping silken gauze into leaves and blooms
Sparkling wisps robed in finest hues
Riding a symphony
Of a soulful
Ballet.


#Rictameter.