Conquering the dark

Dark is everywhere

No hiding from it

Peeking around each corner

Engulfing, consuming me

Sound of silence is haunting

Stillness, no breath of air

No tick of a clock,

No owls hooting

The dead of the night

Darkly mysterious

Eerily touching me

Shards of moonlight,

Stream through the curtain

Dancing on the walls

Shadows disturb me

Not a moment to relax

My guard is up

What will worry me next?

The silence?

The darkness?

The shadows?

Will my fear go?

One deep breath

Slowly released

As I conquer the dark.

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Poem without……..

A poem without meaning

is like a song without music

a day without light

a night without stars

life without love

kisses without hugs

laughter without smiles

and crying without tears

luckily there is meaning

Morning sun

Todays Napowrimo prompt was ‘An aubade is a morning love song’ morning sun

I have missed my lovers face,  as darkness hid  him through the night

Now dawn breaks, shards of morning sun

Dances with the breeze on my lovers face

I gaze at him, as he sleeps soundly, His tender face, rested, calm

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Wanting to kiss him awake to see the glorious day ahead

Birds sing their morning glory, I want him to wake

Share the sun, the birds and the flowers dancing in the breeze

Creeping from the room, I turn to watch him

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Just for a moment blissfully unaware that the night has gone

I make the coffee, the richness fills my head

I know as he lies sleeping, the sun caresses his face

A gentle kiss on his lips , he opens his eyes slowly and smiles

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There is the brightness of the day

The warmth of the morning sun

The song of the birds, the breeze in our face

and the day of happiness lies ahead.

That pesky mouse

Darkened room, still and silent

Scrabbling and rustling fills the air

I stir,  wondering what it is

I remember, that pesky mouse

 

Pop, pop, pop goes the bubble wrap

Rustle, crackle crunch

My quiet night is no longer

It’s that pesky mouse

 

The noises echo in the empty room

I can bare it no longer

I bang the floor with my hand

That pesky mouse scuttles away

 

Bang, bounce, roll , yet another noise

What is it this time I wonder?

That pesky mouse has found another new toy

Its a conker rolling on the floorboards

 

I’m going to be deprived of sleep again

I get up and shut the bedroom door

There are still muffled noises of the conker rolling

That pesky mouse has to go.

 

 

 

Conversations of the climbing Snails

‘Is this a race’ said one to another

‘I don’t think it is, we’ve been at it all night’.

‘Can you not wait for me to catch up?’

‘You’ve got to be joking, this leaf is too small.’

 

Two snails continued their dangerous climb

as they slowly slithered along the small leaves,

high on the bush the wobbled around

their top heavy shells, all most pulling them down.

 

‘Where are we going?’ one asked the other

“To the top of course.’ was his reply

“What’s up there?’ asked the second snail

“I’ve no idea, but its important we reach the top.’

 

“Why” asked the second snail, who was struggling now

“So we can go down the other side.’

The second snail was confused right now

He’d spent all night moving from leaf to leaf

 

The climb had been hard he’d fallen twice

for no particular reason it seemed.

‘I don’t think I’ll bother’ said the second snail

‘Hey don’t give up.” the first replied.

 

“Imagine the achievement of reaching the top.’

“I have, and to think I could have slept all night.’

They reached the summit, admired the view

Then spent the morning going back down again.