A page unturned means the end of the story
For one will never know what came next
Whether it was a disaster, fame, or glory.
We start an adventure through the quarry
Something attracted us to the written text
A page unturned means the end of the story.
Having written it, an author does not worry
To know it happens leaves an author vexed
Whether it was a disaster, fame, or glory.
The writer knows the ending; it’s not blurry
But not finishing it leaves a reader perplexed
A page unturned means the end of the story.
A reader will begin with a determined flurry
But is discouraged by a plot that is complex
Whether it was a disaster, fame, or glory.
Getting to the last page, never be in a hurry
Hopefully, in the process, the mind will flex
Whether it was a disaster, or fame, or glory,
A page unturned means the end of the story.
Written November 26, 2022
Categories:
unturned, how i feel, success,
Form: Villanelle
i've trapesed many cemeteries
all once wildlife sanctuaries
now rows and rows of houses
nature spurned, again thwarted
not one stone left unturned.
Missed the deadline for the 'Two Word Challenge - One Stone' :(
Categories:
unturned, nature,
Form: Free verse
a pleasant day we met out on the terrace
through a myraid rainbow of desolation
we made our way toward the stage of life
through many faces with cold embraces
with new found hideous and repulsive lies
one may often drift toward a waiting alibi
no stone unturned we then venture forward
creating an intense bond that may summarize are lives
the liberal bias media negates a false betrayal
yet we go on living without any regrets
better to curse the very day that we met
stay awake amidst the bitter turmoil of the given moment
a place so intense we may pass it over
no stone unturned through the loose more
through Evergreen falling amidst the commin briars
many are still passerby's prone in dire torn mediocrity
Categories:
unturned, art,
Form: Free verse
When Love explodes with flexuous faces
No stone unturned as it defiantly displaces
Sanctimonious skies fill the abrasive air
As Love rambunctiously roams trying to pair
Sweet little lies become matriarchal mountains
As we throw our Love from fallacious fountains
In Love we beg we borrow and steal
In truth we hide and contiguously conceal
Emotions unleashed through guilted gates
For Love is no better than the one it hates.
June.26.2016
Sweet little lies...Contest by Silent One
Categories:
unturned, abuse, hurt, love hurts,
Form: Rhyme
When we’re traveling life’s pebble-filled road
Our soles touch down on many unturned stones
Gather them and we’d decrease others’ load
To spare them from unrelenting moans
Though thorns pierced the flesh on our Savior’s head
He focused on His goal to save mankind
Staggering across sharp stones, His feet bled
Sacrifices made, salvation to find
*Entry for Rick’s “Stones” contest.
Thanks for reading but I will not be able to return comments until health issues are
resolved.
Categories:
unturned, faith, inspirational
Form: Rhyme
Let my love shine, without
Blinds, emitting its true radiance.
Unwavering a commitment,
Your dedication and honesty,
So defined as truth.
A bond forged in the fires of time,
Basked in strength so revered.
Forever a nemisis of that, which is false.
Against winds uncertain journey,
Be I devout. So loyal our friendship.
Unfazed by inevitable doubt.
Categories:
unturned, dedication
Form: I do not know?
UNTURNED STONES GATHERING IN MY SOUL
AS I WALK BACK HOME FEELING YOUR SMILE
AS I GLIDE TO MY DOOR I WAIT IN STRIDE
EVER AFTER BITTEN BY THE SUN
SINGING THE PRAISE OF MY UN BEGOTTEN
LOVE AS DEEP AS THE SOUL WOULD SEE
AS SHALLOW AS THE SUN WHERE I SEE YOU PASS BY
CAN I FEEL YOUR WARM EMBRACE
OF PURE SPUN SNOW AS GOLD AS THE LACE
SPINNING KNEELING FEELING YOUR PACE
GASPING FOR BREATHE AS I FEEL YOU SHAPE
AS I SINCE ELAPSED AS I SEE YOUR FAITH UN BEGOTTEN
SUN GIVE ME A GLIMPSE A TRACE AWAKEN MY SOUL
UNTURNED STONE GATHERING A TRACE
MY LOVE MY LIFE IS LAST AT GLIMPSE
UNTOLD LOVE I SEE IN YOUR FACE
EVERAFTER I GLIDE BACK TO SLEEP
DEEPENED AS I FEEL YOUR TRACE
DEEPER HOTTER I CAN FEEL YOU ON MY FACE
BREATHE SO SHORT EVER TELL ME
MY LOVE CAN I SEE YOUR FACE
STONE UNTURNED DEEP WITH IN MY SOUL
LOVE HAS LEFT WITHOUT A TRACE
Categories:
unturned, adventure, caregiving, confusion, death,
Form: Dramatic Monologue