Poetry ~ Beware!

Beware the skeleton key unlocking family lore
Beware the whispers behind closed doors

Beware the secrets on the diary page
Beware the fire fueled with rage

Beware the dark night illuminating your fears
Beware the sorrow that brings no tears

Beware the heart lacking desire
Beware the mind no longer inspired

But, most importantly,

Beware the monsters under your bed
for those are the monsters that live in your head

Poetry ~ Nightmare

My nightmare is too sinister

I really shouldn’t share

Do you see my hands trembling?

death is hanging in the air

I won’t’ survive the night

if this story makes the page

I hope you realize my peril

if the monster escapes its cage

Do you hear the chains breaking?

the metal bars have been breached

I know it’s too late to flee

the safest place is out of reach

I must stand and face the monster

use the weapons I’ve designed

warrior and monster are at the ready

this is a battle for my mind

Sunday Confessions

Dear Reader,

Be forewarned, but not alarmed.

My posts and poetry will take a dark turn over the next few months. The long stormy nights of autumn bring out the “BOO!” in me ~ all things spooky and supernatural!

I’m also reading a sci-fi novel, so I’ll be throwing in some “end times” poetry to keep you on the edge!

I’m allowing my inner artist to run free … and letting my co-conspirator, Aunt Lizzie, out of the closet. She’s harmless. Kinda.

Until the snow flies ~ Beware!

Yours under the Quaking Aspen,

aspen-trees

~ Sue, aka Aunt Lizzie

For history on my collaborations with Aunt Lizzie check out the following posts:

Lizzie’s Revenge

The Dead Poet

The Path