Death
Grief cripples our delicate sensibility
Black plainly shows our vulnerability
Grief hinders our happy tranquility
Yet reminds us of our human fragility
She is a Season
As she catches raindrops on the tip of her tongue, the leaves that blow around her are collected by magpies and squirrels that raise each one to the sky as if to show God they are so fortuna…
Source: She is a Season
Seeking balance
In a world surrounded by chaos, every balance matters!
Hallowed Ground © Lyn Crain
I wandered lonely as a cloud,
pardon my writhing messages
that burst from the shadows
consumed in this fiery furnace
of my coffee stained soul.
Remorse and sin are at the root
of my rabid hatred infesting
my agonized memories.
Driven by my hunger for love
I sought asylum on
…a mortuary slab.
I was curious to see how my poem translated into French
so I have included both here. If you are fluent in French
could you tell me if Google translate worked or not. Thanks!
Terrain sacré © Lyn Crain
J'ai erré comme un nuage solitaire,
excusez mon messages putride
qui éclatent de l'ombre
consommé dans cette fournaise ardente
de mon âme taché de café.
Remords et sin sont à la racine
de mon chien enragé la haine infestant
les lignes floues de mes souvenirs déchirés.
Entraîné par mon amour pour la faim
je cherché asile sur
… une dalle funéraire.
The reverse translation clearly does show the same word choices as I intended. 😦
Evangeline © Lyn Crain
Evil ruled this beautiful forest far too long. It’s time to unmask
She should resist entering the haunted forest, but it is too tempting
Evangeline, although quite young believes she is ready for the task
The rumors fly every Hallows Eve, but no one dares preempting
Evangeline knows in her heart that she will not be alone
Ghosts of other young victims await her, pray she is the one
A mysterious, powerful force compels her into the unknown
Hope that she is strong enough to battle evil John Donne
In the darkness beside the tree, lurk his henchmen
The fairies create a shimmer of twinkles all around her
They watch her guarded approach to the mysterious glen
Soon the prophesied battle betwixt good and evil will occur
Legends have foretold a beautiful witch would be the one
The village prays she can save their weary souls
Henchmen work fiercely for their evil master John Donne
No one saw this twist; it was not written in the scrolls
Evangeline stood in the glen calmly facing him
John entered the light shocked by her appearance
She spoke not a word but kissed him lightly on a whim
He raised his hand not allowing any interference.
John sighed, he could not remember his last kiss
Fairies fluttering and twinkling as if she were his bride
The sweet feel was too delightful to simply dismiss
Battle or kiss, let’s try that again before I decide
Life in America ©Lyn Crain
Overtly anxious to
protect the world’s relics
with our entitlement mentality.
Let them eat kale
with their past glory.
In our never ending quest
for others to change
under the illusion
of peaceful intentions
we force iron fist methodology.
The party hats talk at us
pledging the lesser of two evils.
We are no stranger to these muddy affairs.
It’s the American dream!
Everything ends in an acquittal
and the chaos and terror continue.
What About Now?
Live in the Moment!
Early autumn
Awesome imagery!
early autumn
a round orange leaf
curled on the pavement
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Ode To Anxiety
The author discusses something we are all too familiar with as adults with compelling word choices.
Tumbling © Lyn Crain
Here I am,
the hero of my empire
in this long shadow
of being mortal.
I contain multitudes
in this pigeon tunnel
that I once believed was
an ivory tower
before my downfall.
The power of I am,
me before you. I became
a stranger in my own mind
absurd and realistic.
Maybe or maybe not,
a timeless observer or
an unhinged loner,
a train wreck for sure
after you!
A great reckoning with
the best of words
my breath became air,
apprenticed in death.
I let you go
my runaway dream.
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