Image By Dark Blue Knight

 




Like children playing hopscotch
words jump from page to page
putting thoughts on paper
as muse and pen, engage

Soft whispers of an ocean
nature's lullaby
a tapestry of verses
as seen thru poet's eye

Imagery like magic
shadows creep 'n dance
ballet cross the pages
with captivating trance

Moonlit skies awaken
the sleepy poet's muse
surrenders to the darkness
'oft his thoughts defused

Like winter storms in summer
with bitter, chilling tales
sunsets weep in sorrow
scars paving bloody trails

A serenade for lovers
t'ween sheets and dismal skies
life and all its turmoil
where love and hate, collide

Between the shades of color
with pen in hand he writes
portraying moods or musings
his words in black and white

Masking pain and heartache
hidden t'ween each line
releasing tears or sunshine
that tiptoe through the mind

Spring roses start to wither
their petals fade, then die
like scribbles of a poet
released within a sigh

Should tomorrow start without us
the words remain behind
remnants of our heart songs
penned through hands of time

Holding ones attention
with every verse, each rhyme
hoping to be remembered
when the quill runs dry


Rose Marie Streeter
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Music: "If Tomorrow Never Comesl"

Sequenced By: Jack Hall
Used With Permission