Magic does not have to work
Although it might come true.
I’d rather trust in miracles
To help the truth shine through.
Extinction - what a way to end
Some sunsets’ blood red fright.
I’d rather find the reason why
Each morning dawns with light.
Linked to dVerse Quadrille. Linda Lee Lyberg is hosting with the word “extinction” which should be used somewhere in the 44-word poem.
Early morning in the mist
When memories come out to smile
I greet the past that I once kissed
And walk in peace an extra mile.
Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with the theme “misty memories”. Also linked to Trent P. McDonald’s The Weekly Smile.
Miracles are best when one is waiting,
When there is nothing else that one can do,
When harsh despair must look on love deflating,
When something unprepared for passes through.
Linked to dVerse Poetics where the theme is “waiting”. Sarahsouthwest is hosting. Also linked to Debbie Roth’s final Forgiving Fridays and to Trent P. McDonald’s The Weekly Smile. That “something unprepared for” made me smile.
While algae's greening in the swamp
And ogres in the forest romp,
The villagers would have a dance,
A masquerade, and take a chance
Some ogre with a fairy might
Pretend to waltz then start a fight.
They've never liked each other much
Although I’ve heard they sometimes touch.
I’ve even heard they sometimes kiss,
But I'd doubt all reports of this.
There’s rumors, too, they even love--
What can these fools be thinking of?
Our dance may tease some fears away
And help some find kind words to say.
It's safer meeting through disguise
When gazing in each other's eyes.
They won’t forget what each has done,
But from the present, who can run?
We'll have that dance, no matter what.
True, worried folks must worry, but
Tonight we'll take a chance on change.
Let something, somewhere rearrange,
Then, whether they like it or not,
They'll get the love they've always got.
Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar. I will be hosting with the theme of descriptive detail. I hope the description of the swamp and the dance fits.
Yesterday’s enlightenment
Becomes today’s delusion.
Smoky mirrors give a show
Then charge for their confusion.
I trust. What else is there to do?
Perhaps the smoke will clear
And should that need a miracle
I’ll wait for it right here.
Linked to dVerse Poetics where Amaya is hosting with the theme “smoke and mirrors”.
Colors make the dark one’s deep and lets the purples run.
Yellows, oranges, greens and such prefer to get some sun.
Monochromes stay back at home with only black and white.
Sometimes grays come out to play, then all becomes delight.
Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with the theme this week being “monochrome”.
