The widows
Poignant thoughts
Dreams and hopes
War torn
Distant past
Life's cut in
half
Cubby hole
Spiders web
Sitting all alone
Crazy maze
In a daze
Life stood still
that
Very day
Days of bluesy
Jazz tunes
Miles made me
Smile some
Blowing solos
During
Halfmoon at
Halfmast in
Contrast
Still lifes
Ecthed in
Black and
White
Details of
Long ago
Brought back
To life again
Once
More..
Categories:
halfmoon, blue, deep, devotion, emotions,
Form: Rhyme
Witches come out,
on the darkest of night,
flying on their broomsticks,
across the halfmoon sky.
Dipping, and weaving,
just having some fun,
and for endless hours,
their broomsticks run.
Higher, and higher,
over the tallest of trees,
a convoy of withches,
enjoying the breeze.
Categories:
halfmoon, fantasy
Form: Limerick