An Elaborate Plan

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Linking with     Imaginary Gardens for Fussy Little Forms: Shadorma

Imagined by Marian

The Shadorma form is:

• A six-line poem (or series of six-line stanzas)
• Syllable count by line: 3-5-3-3-7-5
• Not rhymed

My soul is in the sky.  ~William Shakespeare

This body
 is grounded held to
 this earth by
  gravity
a force we cannot see nor
touch with tethered hands

The inner
soul that rides within
tarries light
hidden from
 view waiting for the gates to
open wide and clear

It is an
elaborate plan
no man could
design it
nor engineer the true code
it is in God's hands.

Her Name Is Autumn

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Linking with Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Autumn

No spring nor summer’s beauty hath such grace
As I have seen in one Autumnal face....
~John Donne




I wait for her quietly like a leaf upon the wind.
Longing for her true presence to awaken me again.
Then slowly she enters like a princess into a room.
Glowing in auburn grace that speaks to me like the moon.
October she whispers much to my surprise.
It is my birthday she goes on and then
before I know it
she leaves me with a sigh.



~Click here for more about Autumn.~


Like Looking into the Eyes of a Lover

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"The moon lives in the lining of your skin." 

~ Pablo Neruda

Like looking

 into the eyes of a lover

I find myself spellbound 

at the sight of you

 I look on 

in your direction 

every chance I can

like a man 

with a beautiful

woman in view

my eyes follow

the curves

and it feels like

you follow me 

on my path

do you feel

it to?

the pull

the longing

to be closer

or is it 

just a

spell 

that 

you 

have 

cast

upon

me

alone

like 

a

forlorn

gypsy

may

pickpocket

a fool?

If I

shall be

a fool

then

let it be

yours!

Linking with Imaginary Gardens for Fireblossom Friday

~I Put a Spell on You~

....and her words always do! 

Galloping with Horses

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Linking with  Imaginary Gardens for "The Tuesday Platform" imagined by Magaly

and because I feel like double dipping  I am also linking with

Poets United for Midweek Motif ~ Animals

brought to us by Susan

Galloping with horses

is where my soul rides

there are no saddles

and there are no fence lines

only a hard cool breeze 

that flows through our mane

with the soft ground beneath

and the wild open range

we run and we gallop

and we fly like the wind

looking to the distance

as a long lost friend

for galloping with horses 

is where my soul rides

there are no saddles

and there are no fence lines.