A place for poems and pics
You keep your secrets well
Circle of giant stones
Centuries of buried history
Held close, revealing little
Man has pursued you
Dug and scraped
Measured analyzed
Worshiped and cursed
Questioned and fantasized
Millenium chasing millennium
But only the sun and moon
Know for sure
The Monarchy depends on us
My brethren and me
Six guardians of the Tower
Legend says we must not leave
Wings are clipped
Servants prepare banquets
All needs are met
We are adored, pampered
We are beautiful
We long for the sky
To feel the wind ruffle our feathers
We are not free
Get up!
Get out
Pull on your thick woolen socks
Push you feet into my souls
My tongue is hanging out
Thirsting for fresh air
Lace me up
You and me trekking through
Farm fields and woodlots
Tramping on pine needle trails
Hopping across ribbons of water
Bring your camera, if you must –
It will just slow us down
Get up!
Leave that chair
That book
That pen
Let’s take a hike
She sent him off to war
Her husband, lover, friend
To topple empires and
Destroy kaisers and czars
It was the Great War
The war to end all wars
they sent him back a child
Gassed in the trenches
With only simple thoughts
left in his head
For the rest of their lives
She cared for him
Like a mother
(remembering my aunt & uncle)
There was a great challenge over at Pheonix Rising yesterday. Take one your your poems and replace words in it with synonyms (or antonyms)
Here is my attempt-
music filters through
my days in the reveille
of the waking sun
soft wind humming in my ear
the moon’s peaceful call of taps
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notes rain down on
me daily through the
trumpet call of morning
gentle susurration of a breeze
a moonbeams gentle lullaby
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