Stolen Moments

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Sunset in Mist – photo by Wild Thing

Beautiful door
Only opened
As they arrived
For those
Stolen moments

No day
Would pass
They would meet
To talk … touch
Whisper of
Love and promise

Then . . .
Darkness came
He disappeared

Every day
She faithfully came
The door
Remained locked
She sat by the door . . . waited

She dreamed
Of the door
Always open
They were always
There . . . together

Each doing
Their own thing
Side by side
In happiness

Brushing past
Each other
With smiles
Sharing the day
Quiet nights
Passion filled

A dream
That will never
Come to be
And so, she waits
By the door

Wild Thing ©2017

Written for Prompt 2.15
Writing Rebels

Promises*

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Autumn Burdock – photo by Wild Thing

A promise given
Received
With joy
Gently placed
In a basket
To be savored
Until its arrival
With expectation
Hopeful days
Pass
It never comes

Another promise
Arrives
In the basket
It goes
Believing again
Only to see
It curls up
Like the other

Soon the basket
Fills with
Withered promises
It’s put away
With the pain
Of being forgotten

More promises
Arrive
Like butterflies
Beautiful
Then flutter away

Leaving behind
Wistful
Knowledge
That it will
Never happen
Which is
Better than
Expectation
Unfulfilled

Wild Thing ©February 18, 2017

*This poem was written for the Prompt 2.17 for the Writing Rebels.
It must suck to have promises made that are never kept. I mean we all know what it’s like, but to be an entire race of people? I think of Standing rock … being Black … Hispanic … all the broken promises made to them & then I am ashamed to bemoan any that have been broken to me. Anyway, I tried to capture that feeling & don’t think I came very close to it … but for what it’s worth. This was my attempt.

Mad Dance

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A Day in Sunshine – Digital Art by Wild Thing

Candle lit hall
Voices … laughter
Wild music
Playing
Some danced
Others ate

Here
Games of chance
There
Fortunes told
Jugglers … acrobats
Weave in and out

An assault
On the senses
Bright … bold
Glittering
Exotic scents
Roving eyes

Above it all
Upon his throne
The King
With jaded eye
Observes all

Buxom women
Vie
For position
He comments
Giggles with
False modesty
Answer him

As if
From thin air
Gold and
Sapphires with
Rubies and
Amethyst appear
Time stops
Or did it

Dashing men
Attempt
At claiming
The bright treasure
Their success
Denied

Its glitter
Captures the eye
Of the King
He watches
The failures
One by one

He must
Possess this
Treasure

As he walks
With purpose
The crowd opens
A path
Before him
Until he stands
Before this beauty

First attempt
Denied
Angered slightly
Bemused greatly
He waits

The treasure moves
Just a bit
To the right
As if
To go around

The king moves
To block
An odd chess
Game begins
A move here
A block there

The King
Suddenly
With a
Hearty laugh
Grabs the treasure
Claims it
For his own

Looking into
The sapphires
His lips kiss
Ruby ones
Golden hair
In his hands

As the treasure
Yielded
It was a mad
Beautiful thing
And the dance
Had just begun

Wild Thing©2017

Prompt 2.14
Writing Rebels

Dark Places

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Darkness – photo by Wild Thing

Shoulders drop
Head down
Dark … cold
Alone

Harsh words
Vibrating
In her head
Hard … loud

Mirrored visage
Blue black eyes
Hideous
Scarred face

Broken glass
Underfoot
Woman’s photo
Strangely familiar

Words again
“Crazy… Nutso”
She’d answer
“I’m not”

Must be true
Why say it
If not
If so …

Penance
Is required

The outside
Must reflect
Ugly inside

Broken glass
In trembling hand

Deep now
Two marks
On each cheek

One for Crazy
Another for
Nutso

Wild Thing©2016

You

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Thinking of You – photos by Wild Thing

I choose you.
And I’ll choose you,
Over and over

Without pause,
Without doubt,

In a heartbeat.

I’ll keep
Choosing you.

Throughout
The millennia

It will always be

You.

Wild Thing ©January 10, 2017

Gossamer Castle

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Somewhere – photo by Wild Thing

In the distance
Their eyes see
A peaceful place
Gossamer castle
Drifting in air

A haven
Where they live
By their rules
Love revealing
Their true beauty

Forged in light
At the source
As one … then
Split in two
Each of the other

Appearing fragile
It stands strong
Though gale force
Winds have blown
Love is its mortar

With trust
As its soul
Earthquakes
Merely stir it
Still it stands

Gossamer castle
Shining beacon
Love … trust … peace
Doubts vanish
In their light

Wild Thing ©January 10, 2017

Enigma

. . . hint of being
exotic whiff
. . . captivating
mysterious ways

. . . deep night
candle companion
. . . familiar
becomes sinister

. . . dark hours
hellhounds arrive
. . . harbingers of fear

Wild Thing ©2017

For a Moment

we were rebels
screaming no
to our parents’ life
exploring our world
roof down music loud
oh how happy

sat on car hoods
held hands
watched sunsets
in our eyes
percy’s warm
and tender love

dusk fall
dirt road trails
old abandoned house
weed walking
breath held in fright
season of the witch

snow fall night
empty parking lots
back bumper skiing
laughter caught in air
glittery eyelashes
made my heart sing

Wild Thing©2016

Dragon Dreams

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Dragon Dreams – photo by Wild Thing

hazy
mist filled
dreams

dark
mysterious
strangely
erotic

cave
a path
well worn
known

heat
too hot
for such
dark

hairs
on neck
bristling

from
hot breath
no . . . just
imagination

there
a corner
just ahead

jolted
awake
an alarm
ringing

Wild Thing ©2016

Lord and Lady

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Divine Sacred – photo by Wild Thing

Within wisps of
Dawn’s grey mist
She moves
The fair haired
Lady of the Mist

Silver light
Healing and comfort
To all she meets
On her path

Patiently she works
Administering
To those who
Need her

Lord of the Mist
Amid tree tops
Clouds and birds
Gathering news

He descends
Giving advice
Settling disputes
Sharing his wisdom

Writing song
And verse
Of mysteries
Hidden in the mist

Summoned
She answers
Gently whispering
Giving of herself

Sun rising
They dissolve
Into each other
Until needed again

Wild Thing ©2016