Poetry
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Resignation
Soft, persistent Autumn air, Bringing in the Winter fair. There is much I must forget, But the year’s Not over yet. Cool and smelling Of a hearth. Copper foliage On the earth. Fill my lungs And soothe my soul; Snow will come And find me whole.
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The Legend of the Blue Lady
She’ll pass through the wood In her midnight-blue gown. Always she visits The sleepy old town. Many have seen her But none know her name. She does not speak to them; It’s all the same. Folk say her weeping Brings trees from the ground, Tears like a river— O! mournful, the sound. A lad claimed…
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“Come Sleep.”
The Sun is setting; Roots of trees Creep ‘round my Tired bones. All the Nymphs have Bowed their heads— The Daisy and The Rose. Calling me, They ask for help— Or ask for me To come With them to Sleep Until the spring, For they and I Are one.
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Lament
Leaves will change From green to gold, Like they do every year— But I cannot Watch them crisp Without shedding a tear. The cricket-chorus Will be gone, Our bushes will be still. When frost sets in, Ice-cold like death, I will absorb the chill. Even lovely things Need sleep To flourish in the day. Flowers…
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Unraveled
Two broken souls met On the road less traveled. One longed to forget That he’d come unraveled. The other soul, aching, Cursed up at the sky. Her every step shaking, She cried out, “Why?” Their paths met at last, And the silence was loud. Their breath came out fast In the frost, forming cloud. Walk…
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Timepieces
Old watches of silver In glass cases, ticking. How many days have These timepieces seen? How many gloved hands Went to them for guidance? How many places Have these treasures been? Their desperate ticking Is making you itch To run paths forgotten And times far away. Gears are still turning, Memories burning. Go check the…
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Wood of Unrest
Stars above flash in their envy; The Stream below’s crying out loud. Even the Lady Moon turns away, Concealing her face in a shroud. A body of crimson Trees shiver. Cricket-song rises, protest! An ancient Wood full of enchantment Knows no spell to give it rest. Are these the days of Beginning– Or is it…
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Seasonchange
Carpets of starlight Roll over our lands, Gardens we tilled With our own hands. A dark, silken ocean Flutters beyond; Her song is sweet, Her reach is long. Fireflies twinkling Pay us no mind. Their faint lights Leave us behind. Summer has ended, Autumn is come. The flowers know Their work is done.
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True Love
“May I have this dance?” Said the ancient oak To the pine-tree grand, She who never spoke. “Won’t you move with me? For our roots are strong, And we both have seen Moments far too long.” Then he held his breath, Hoping she’d agree. O! the wait was death To this wizened tree! Pine-tree trembled,…
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Stargazing Again
Better watch your step, Stargazing again! Pay attention to the sign. Don’t focus so much on rhyme. You’ll wake up—but when? Stuck in your own head, You’ll soon fall behind. There’s a trap you can’t escape When your thoughts are not in shape. Seek, but you won’t find. Soon the Moon will turn. Stars, they…
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Madness
With the proper Madness, I will gather all the stars In a wicker basket, for The Universe is ours. Let me live in Wonder of The things they cannot see: I have tried the safer path. It had no room for me. Why are you not dreaming? Don’t you feel a spark inside? Who has…
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The Sleep
Autumn’s chill caressed the Wood, And coaxed her into Sleep. Leaves then fluttered from the Boughs Into a towering heap. Man admires the Wild-flower, Gem-like on the ground; But what of the slumbering Tree That cannot make a sound? Are not all things in this Wood Reflecting how, in Life, Living things can’t set their…
Mariella Hunt & the Tearoom 