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Filters

Big Room, 1948,  by Andrew Wyeth

Afternoon light filters the once upon a dreams
Abandoned farmhouse letting go of days gone by
Filled, once, with lives who moved downstream
 
Memories held fast in the bricks, mortar and beams
There, to recall, with a melancholy sigh
Afternoon light filters the once upon a dreams
 
Love happened here, as well as sorrowed screams
Lives at once ordinary but somehow gone awry
Filled, once, with lives who moved downstream
 
All has become sepia toned …ashened…gone the gleam
Secrets, deceits, untruths..never revealed by-and-by
Afternoon light filters the once upon a dreams
 
Empty and hollow, a sour taste it would seem
How is it people falter, trip and choose to deny
Filled, once, with lives who moved downstream
 
This house could have been a home with a melodic theme
Yes…tidy, kept clean…orderly, just so, but lacked an ally
Afternoon light filters the once upon a dreams
Filled, once, with lives who moved downstream

The Mag # 132 :  http://magpietales.blogspot.com/

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by Bodhirose on August 27, 2012  •  Permalink
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Posted by Bodhirose on August 27, 2012

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Mysterious Cries

Mysterious cries were heard throughout the mist
Disembodied voices arose within my mind
A shudder went through me–I thought I felt a kiss

Climbing the bluffs, sensing something amiss
A chilling, cold shiver crept up my trembling spine
Mysterious cries were heard throughout the mist

Daylight was waning, clouds were cirrus wisps
Twilight nearer, horizon no longer refined
A shudder went through me–I thought I felt a kiss

Prevailing shadows mock my measured steps
Hindering hills obstacles of my time
Mysterious cries were heard throughout the mist

Losing my footing, I slip and ankles twist
Strong arms felt around me prevent my incline
A shudder went through me–I thought I felt a kiss
 
Glimpsing  ethereal vapor disappearing in my midst
My smile was offered to this unearthly divine
Mysterious cries were heard throughout the mist
A shudder went through me–I thought I felt a kiss
 

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by Bodhirose on July 17, 2012  •  Permalink
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Posted by Bodhirose on July 17, 2012

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Mysterious Cries

Mysterious cries were heard throughout the mist

Disembodied voices arose within my mind

A shudder went through me–I thought I felt a kiss


Climbing the bluffs, sensing something amiss

A chilling, cold shiver crept up my trembling spine

Mysterious cries were heard throughout the mist


Daylight was waning, clouds were cirrus wisps

Twilight nearer, horizon no longer refined

A shudder went through me–I thought I felt a kiss


Prevailing shadows mock my measured steps

Hindering hills obstacles of my time

Mysterious cries were heard throughout the mist


Losing my footing, I slip and ankles twist

Strong arms felt around me prevent my incline

A shudder went through me–I thought I felt a kiss


Glimpsing  ethereal vapor disappearing in my midst

My smile was offered to this unearthly divine

Mysterious cries were heard throughout the mist

A shudder went through me–I thought I felt a kiss


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by Bodhirose on July 10, 2011  •  Permalink
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Posted by Bodhirose on July 10, 2011

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Broken In Two

Long ago relationship broken in two

Years of believing–I thought that I knew

Some days time heals no wounds


Intimate heart open to you

Worrisome thoughts about you ensued

Long ago relationship broken in two


Cherished feelings turned into blue

Unfeeling selfishness took over too

Some days time heals no wounds


Stunned disbelief was my cue

Still you wanted me–I couldn’t construe

Long ago relationship broken in two


Ghostly feelings of being rendered askew

Midnight’s deep haunting that I stare into

Some days time heals no wounds


Many years later, no longer in view

You have no more power; I’ve bid you adieu

Long ago relationship broken in two

Some days time heals no wounds

My entry for Monday’s Poetry Potluck:  Void, Loneliness and Sorrow   http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/2011/06/poetry-potluck-void-loneliness-and.html

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by Bodhirose on June 18, 2011  •  Permalink
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Posted by Bodhirose on June 18, 2011

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Broken Shells

Loch Ness Shoreline

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She stood at the edge of the shore’s tideland

Staring hard at something that can’t be seen

Broken shells and seaweed are etched in the sand


Curiously watching, as I’ve heard it firsthand

She’s pining for her lover who was lost in the sea

She stood at the edge of the shore’s tideland


There’s a paleness about her and a state of dreamland

Her eyes never waver from this horizon’s scene

Broken shells and seaweed are etched in the sand


A girl of eighteen when her man met his end

Time was stopped suddenly, no longer routine

She stood at the edge of the shore’s tideland


It’s been forty years that she’s continued her scan

Black garb she wears of silken sateen

Broken shells and seaweed are etched in the sand


The legend of this romance that once was so grand

Now has no survivors–who could have foreseen

She stood at the edge of the shore’s tideland 

Broken shells and seaweed are etched in the sand

My entry for The Gooseberry Garden, Poetry Picnic Week 7:  Love and Loss   http://gooseberrygoespoetic.blogspot.com/

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by Bodhirose on January 22, 2011  •  Permalink
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Posted by Bodhirose on January 22, 2011

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My Grandmother’s House Held Dreams

Colleen Room in The Simmons-Bond House, locate...

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My grandmother’s house held dreams

Stacks of old papers there I read

Musty, abandoned rooms kept the themes


I would steal away upstairs all agleam

Creaky, narrow steps led me ahead

My grandmother’s house held dreams


There was a wrap-around porch with torn screens

Where once my father laid his summer’s bed

Musty, abandoned rooms kept the themes


Ghosts of secrets left scents upon my daydreams

The palpable puzzles I felt with a dread

My grandmother’s house held dreams


Dark corners kept their thoughts in regime

Multitudes of days long ago did I bade

Musty, abandoned rooms kept the themes


Stories that came forth weren’t widespread

Many lips were held fast with the dead

My grandmother’s house held dreams

Musty, abandoned rooms kept the themes

My first Villanelle

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by Bodhirose on January 15, 2011  •  Permalink
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Posted by Bodhirose on January 15, 2011

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