Alone

Day 26 of Napowrimo

 

That lance of light that slid across the dark

I watch as it swiftly disappeared

That cloak of darkness shrouds the light

Time ticks as I wait for it to depart

That blanket of quietness masking every sound

I listen for a sign I am not alone

That cloud of stillness resonating around me

I feel its coldness on my skin

That weight of heaviness as I fall asleep

I am unaware of time slipping by

That shard of light that peeps through the curtains

I am still alone, in the tranquility of morning.

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Tritina for a holiday

Morning sun rises in the sky

Vapour trails linger uniquely

Picture perfect, in a magazine

 

Flicking pages of a magazine

Each holiday unfolds uniquely

Midday sun is high in the sky

 

Silver lined dark clouds appear uniquely

Closing the pages of the magazine

Above me the sun leaves the sky

 

And darkness floats down uniquely

Riding again

So today’s Napowrimo’s  challenge was to write a poem that involves an urgent journey and an important message.

morning light

It was on this day, in nineteen fifteen

A man with a hood, saddled his horse,

He rode through the land, as the moon was high

Shadows and darkness were all around.

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The horse took up speed, down muddy tracks

Galloping through dense forests and streams

The man with the hood, pushed on through the night

He was desperate to beat the first light.

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Before the dawn broke, was the end of the ride,

The message delivered intact.

As he looked in the distance,

Darkness was changing, the light appearing too fast

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Pushing his horse to gather speed

The destination was now in sight

And on the horizon, the dawn was breaking

The house appeared at last.

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Dismounting his steed, removing his hood,

His face was all twisted and drawn,

A white form appeared, ‘your too late, I got here first’

The message was loud and clear.

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The man with the hood, with a howl of dismay

Snarled,  his delivery was too late again,

Beaten by the angel, all covered in white

Death would need to go riding again.

As one

Today’s napowrimo prompt is a love poem without cliches or the word love. So here goes

The soft sweetness of the air surrounds your embrace

I feel it swirl around me as you hold me close,

I have waited for a lifetime for your gentle touch

As you tumble towards me through my darkness

I wait for that enchanted moment

When two eyes align

Two noses touch

Two lips are sealed together

And when morning wakes

With one tender kiss

I know you are still with me

A darkness surrounds us

And we are as one

Perfect start to the day

Frost glistens in the moonlight

Like a thousand twinkling stars

Iced leaves crunch underfoot

Into hundreds of tiny pieces

Mud on the ground is so hard

My feet no longer sink into it

My breath is white and still

Lingering in the air

The darkness encircles me

The moonlight shines the way

The early morning is crisp and cold

What a perfect start to the day