Time Spirals On

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Linking with Imaginary Gardens for "Fussy Little Forms" ~ Rondelet

The rondelet is a short French poetry form featuring a strict rhyme and meter pattern plus a lovely repeated refrain.

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Time is making fools of us again. ~J.K. Rowling

Time spirals on
like steps in a mansion so grand
time spirals on
further onward with each step down
it is loose like a wayward man
can't catch it with the best laid plans
time spirals on.

An Elaborate Plan

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Linking with     Imaginary Gardens for Fussy Little Forms: Shadorma

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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.



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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.

All Rise and Sing

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Linking with Poets United Mid-Week Motif ~ Rising Above

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You can cage the singer but not the song.  ~Harry Belafonte

We build ships to put in cases on display

and assemble model cars to place upon a shelf,

 but a good song or rhyme cannot be kept down.

  Its voice carries beyond the pages that hands once held.

and the melody rises with the singers that stand to their feet

hailing to all souls to both listen and to truly speak

Each song has a message that will echo and project to far lands

for the first solo "a cappella" never forgets the lyrical refrain

as soon there is a choir each holding a songbook in hand

and the melody rises with the singers that stand to their feet

hailing to all souls to both listen and to truly speak.

Light on My Feet

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Dancing is like dreaming with your feet! ~Constanze

 Linking withImaginary Gardens for Bits of Inspiration ~ Keep Dancing

 Imagined by Susie

My other contribution was a more negative than I think the prompt deserved.  So I decided to do another a bit more on the light side.  So here it is:

Light on my feet would not describe my true pace

cause Fred Astaire and I were never soul mates

in fact if he had ever asked me to dance cheek to cheek

I think he would have ended up with injured feet

You see I am known for stepping on toes

and where I will fall no one knows

I am awkward with no grace to bestow
with a bunion the size of  Colorado
so now you know not to ask me to dance
if you do you are taking your feet's health in your hands. 

Odd Number

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Childhood is measured out by sounds and smells and sights, before the dark hour of reason grows. ~John Betjeman

I may be a word person a poet of sorts, but as a child I had a weird relationship with numbers.

As I learned them in the start of schooling, I gave them genders.

  Let me introduce you to my friends:

1. He is a boy

2. She is a girl

3 She is a girl

4 He is a boy

5 She is a girl

6 She is a girl

7 He is a boy

8 She is a girl

9 He is a boy

10 He is a boy

So I guess you realize now, that I am a crazy loon that should probably be locked up in the Loony Ben!  That being said, here is my contribution to today's prompt at Imaginary Gardens.

Today's theme is: Synesthesia

If I decided to date it would be the number 8

she is a symmetrical beauty and

of course she has all the right curves

If I were to marry it would be the number 2

she is never fickle and the perfect number to serve

If I should choose to go camping

my trail hiking companion

choice would be number 9

he is hardy and a little reckless but in spandex

he sure looks fine

If I ever enter a beauty contest I want my judge to be number 10

he is always a good judge of character and his score always means

 you win!

Broken

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Linking with Imaginary Gardens for The Tuesday Platform.  Take a look and join us!

[A] final comfort that is small, but not cold:  The heart is the only broken instrument that works.  ~T.E. Kalem

Some things when they fall they shatter and seem beyond repair

while others seem to brace the fall but invisibly they are impaired

a heart can see another's fall and then itself break in two

but tears like glistening diamonds will fall and make it new

God bless the heart that is broken for another's pain it has truly felt and seen

but God help the heart that will not break for it is surely broken indeed.