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Shadow Man -(1)-

Submitted by The Lovely Blue on Mon, 02/25/2013 - 17:37

-(1)-

It would be so. If the Shadow Man came at night, then day would be his shelter. If the dark harbored evil things then light would be his fortress. A king in his empty, empty castle. But there was no light here, not a scrap to be found or a sound to be hear. There was no color. It was as was.

The Song

Submitted by little woman on Sat, 02/23/2013 - 22:16

     She sang softly as she cradled the small boy. Her voice could not be called beautiful by any stretch of the imagination. It broke on the high notes and all but disappeared on the low ones. Yet it had that quality of love, which cannot be artificially produced. She sang to the child, feeling his warm body against hers, and felt she was beautiful.

Dream

Submitted by little woman on Thu, 01/03/2013 - 23:24

I dreamed about you
last night
you were not quite you
but I was not quite me
so
it was okay;
other things were different
a strip mall
where the church hall
should be.
You did things
you've never shown an inclination to do
in real life.
But in this dream,
I didn't mind
too much.
The only thing that confuses me
is why I dreamed about you?
I thought I was over you?
at least mostly?
I haven't dreamed in months,

Tear

Submitted by little woman on Wed, 12/19/2012 - 06:11

a solitary tear glides down my cheek
the emblem of a night's bad dream
saltysweet i lie awake
realizing it was just a dream
just a dream my frenzied thoughts rest
i close my eyes and try to sleep
try to sleep though nightmares still creep
ready to pounce when i'm awake
yet when i sleep my dreams are free
free of fear and tears that glide
glide down my cheek though dreams be proved false
and so i sleep with peaceful dreams in me
nightmares fading only to be a faint belief

Memories

Submitted by little woman on Fri, 01/28/2011 - 01:02

Closing her eyes

and

emptying her head

letting the silver dream-mists

converge

over her, bringing

memories

of loved ones

never to return

 

Grandpa,

with his smiling face

Grandma,

with her womanly grace

 

Knowing she was

their pride and joy,

that in their hearts

she had a place,

a warm partial

place

whatever she did

they loved her

unconditional love

 

She smiles as she

sleeps

letting the dreams

A Few More Poems

Submitted by Hannah W. on Tue, 11/30/2010 - 21:24

**These were all short, so I thought I'd post them together.**

[1.] "The Arborist's Dream"
The cherry tree, I dreamt, was blighted.
Its bark was bubbling up, frothing pink at each joint.
The disease was making it turn into a cherry soda, all fizzy.
I, the arborist, with my ladder climbed
and trimmed, and pruned, and treated
but in vain.
I could not find the source and kill it,
so the tree was going to die.

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