Crêtes de clair de lune

creative-writing, life, nature, Poetry, time

Moonlight peaks up                                                                

As two dim arrows cross paths                                 A Milky Way mist engulfs                 
And defiles the air’s chast-ity
Twin lit hollows
Scope the night as it prolongs
The willow tree, in all its beauty
Now haunts for bonds

Chilly dark allure of sorts
Walk along with heads held high
Sometimes as sound slows to a dull
You can faintly hear the wind whistle
A body of water lies awake 
For sleep is not levied
Whilst men of all ages
Stop to reflect, before their taking

Tokens left behind 
On seemingly lifeless plants
True some live much more than we
Short is the lifespan
If perchance discovered
With a candle to light
Doth it not seem treasure 
Left in plain sight

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Have at it

creative-writing, life, memories, Poetry, time

Have at it, the course of derail 

Impenetrable only to the naïve
Stick a fork in it, yolk out its ingenuity 
Denial, lifted on shoulders 
Two sizes to small
Rupture pumped veins red-dry
Simplistic, ABC, 123
Rhythm a steady non-discordant
Hefty mind-ogling nonsense
Whisper’d, ear to ear, tongue to tongue
Eccentric, Unique, or downright odd
Life’s many clueless ventures
Flicker black & white plainness
Into yellow & orange peachiness
Mute hollow jagged, yet 
The catch is, there is none
All the swirl of letters
Left dancing into the void
Spell, though somewhat
Obscenely R-i-p-p-e-r
Care to Have at it
Repetition duly noted
Calm applause dies out
French leave…