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Love of an Irish Lass
© Lyn Crain
He bowed his head in silence,
allowing his rattled breath to slow. Closing his eyes, he could feel
the lively Celtic music flow.He was swept away to days past, Where her feet moved to and fro. Oh wee lass, dance for me, I long to Take me back to those days Show me again those green Irish eyes He lowered his head in silence again The lovely Irish ballad faded quietly away |
Month: April 2016
Myth of His Control © Lyn Crain
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Myth of His Control©Lyn Crain Myth of his control |
Toys for Olyvia © Lyn Crain
Toys for Olyvia
© Lyn Crain
come in all sizes
many surprises
there is always time for play
dolls or ducks pick one
going to be fun
She’s happy, we’ve got all dayjump rope or hopscotch
join in, don’t just watch
a child’s life is way to short
a chef or cowboy
we play to enjoy
tea time and chocolate torteriding on snowflake
its my day to make
every moment is the best
playing with her toys
does what she enjoys
before it is time to rest
The Alouette, created by Jan Turner, consists of two or more stanzas of 6 lines each, with the following set rules:
Meter: 5, 5, 7, 5, 5, 7
Rhyme Scheme: a, a, b, c, c, b
The form name is a French word meaning ‘skylark’ or larks that fly high, the association to the lark’s song being appropriate for the musical quality of this form.
A Quilt Garden © Lyn Crain
A Quilt Garden © Lyn Crain
She’s a dedicated seamstress,
who lovingly stitches by hand
a warm comfy quilt to caress
and aid a journey to dreamland.
She happily stitches for hours
rows of decorative flowers.
Gardens scenes captured forever
in her joy filled quilt endeavor.
A Rispetto, an Italian form of poetry, is a complete poem of two rhyme quatrains with strict meter. The meter is usually iambic tetrameter with a rhyme scheme of abab ccdd.
Social Suicide © Lyn Crain
At a splintered glance,
the slaughtering branch
suggest a new understanding
for the dreaded masses, commanding
a new meaning for the dying
denying their aggressive lying
The persecuted forget, they are not
above the light they once sought.
The fragile line between life and death
our thoughts listen with bated breath
to the splintered verses
or screaming curses.
Silence takes from a skeleton
whose bones shudder like gelation
praying for tenderness beyond this page
that the lost secrets won’t engage
the destruction of mankind
through the years we refined
our lies, and plead naiveté
although our reactions betray
Ineptitude
our abandoned view
until the cowering end
we feel entitled to a godsend.
Undone © Lyn Crain
Undone
Heady aroma fills the air
almost sickening to breathe in
I kneel here, intent on prayer.
Magnolia blossoms twirl and spin
dramatic like a tornado,
almost sickening to breathe in.
They overshadow her death blow,
daring to steal her last moment
dramatic like a tornado!
It is I who need atonement,
I failed to save her from herself,
daring to steal her last moment.
She was crushed like a broken shelf,
my cruel words splintered her heart,
I failed to save her from herself.
It was me, from the very start!
Heady aroma fills the air,
cowardly I didn’t do my part.
I kneel here, intent on prayer.
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