Poetry ~ The Still of a Winter White

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When the snow falls in the hinterlands

and I find myself drawn to the winter wood

I ponder the state of earthly affairs and believe

that there is much to discover from a winter white

from the forest and the stillness of a winter tree

where solitude and absence of the noise of life

allow the soul to rejoice and find peace

here in the stillness of a winter white I inhale the joy of life

and exhale a world of woes purified by the trees

so I may begin anew, the state of earthly affairs

with my mind free from the noise of life

and find peace in the still of a winter white

and wish peace to all of you

Snow on the homestead ~ wishing peace to all of you

Poetry ~ Night Slayer

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Greetings, friends. My October dark poetry series continues as daylight wanes. Shall we meet the Night Slayer?

There is a time for healing, she whispered.
This is not that time.
This is the time of the fight.
We take our punches and throw a few.
We will rest when the battle is won.
This is why we were granted eternity:
to keep up the dark fight.
Come, night slayer,
we have work to do.
Evil slithers through the land.
We shall slither too.
Now hand me a controller,
you are player two.

Poetry ~ Loathsome Lovers

Greetings and welcome to October!

As the light dims and darkness falls, I’ll be conjuring a constellation of dark poetry for your reading pleasure. My dark poetry series is a smidge spooky, often with a twist, and at times sprinkled with a dash of dark humor. In this dialogue poem we meet the loathsome lovers.

A day in the life…

Crestfallen, her tears obscured
the sound of his dark heart pounding.

“Your wretched tears are salt in
my wound,” he snarled.

“Then I shall weep for
all eternity,” she hissed.


“I’m going back to sleep!” he scowled.
 His coffin slammed shut.

Fuming, she set the coffin ablaze,
mounted her broom and flew off in a rage.

“I shall live to die another day!” he taunted.

Vampires and witches, loathsome lovers,
snarling and hissing throughout eternity
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