Whisper My Name © Lyn Crain

Whisper  My Name

© Lyn Crain

Whisper all the things I need to hear with
heartfelt emotions that, show me
I am the one you still adore.
Silence has created this strain
Perhaps, we should clear the air
ending this silence between us, let’s
repair the damage and move on.

My body misses your touch, rain and
your kisses send shivers down my spine.

No one but you makes me feel this way.
answers, will diminish all the questions.
My heart feels so empty without you, please
end this silence between us.

Wolf Moon©LynCrain

Wolf Moon©LynCrain

 

Shimmers across a darkened sky
that halo around you does not bode well.
All the signs are hard to deny
soon stormy weather, or maybe a white spell.
Those gusty raw winds chill to the bone.
Small animals scurry to cover
before the wolves catch them alone.
Palpable fear seems to hover,
the fittest survive, the weak die.
The laws of nature are not fair,
some will struggle to defy
while others give in to despair.

Love of an Irish Lass © Lyn Crain

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
see those ye’s rosy cheeks aglow.

Take me back to those days
Of hornpipes and tapping heel and toe.

Show me again those green Irish eyes
when you paused, and bowed ever so low.

He lowered his head in silence again
cherishing his memories of long ago.

The lovely Irish ballad faded quietly away
and with it the old man’s final deathblow.

Writers Poetic Journey © Lyn Crain

Poetic Night Writing © Lyn Crain

Poetry into the darkest realm of my mind
Blossoms into a creation late at night
Where it is only me, of the human kind

My beloved felines stalk without the light
Playing with whatever tickles their fancy
Blossoms into a creation late at night

Their playful sounds tend to amplify
My fingers caress the keys slowly
Playing with whatever tickles their fancy.

Images float like a Thanksgiving parade
Inspiring me to places I have never been
My fingers caress the keys slowly

Beautiful, poetic verses fill my page, amen.
Poe, Frost or Shakespeare, I am not, but I try
Inspiring me to places I have never been

The words of the masters simply mystify
Poetry into the darkest realm of my mind
Poe, Frost or Shakespeare, I am not, but I try
Someday, my words will be just as refined.