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Best Poems Written by Skye Tandy

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Silent Moment

Dragonfly hovers			
Jewel flash, diving, darting	
In an instant, gone.

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Tornado

Clouds of darkness, roar of fear - 
Would we be able to stand its might? 
Let's prepare. It's coming near. 

What happened to the sky so clear? 
Gone away is our precious light, 
Clouds of darkness, roar of fear - 

What will we do when it gets here? 
Stack the pillows while our lights are bright. 
Let's prepare. It's coming near. 

Rolling clouds, hail and wind so sheer, 
Trees bend, as this rage they fight. 
Clouds of darkness, roar of fear - 

History said that this would be the year, 
So buckle down and hold on tight. 
Let's prepare. It's coming near. 

The enveloping rush deafens our ears; 
Funnel smashes to the ground, I shake in fright. 
Clouds of darkness, roar of fear - 
Let's prepare. It's coming near.

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Unknown

What is it that my eyes doth see? 
Is it a shadow amidst the light 
Or is it something more haunting me? 

The leaves stir, the bluebirds flee. 
Something inside doesn't seem right. 
What is it that my eyes doth see? 

My heart beats as I stare through the trees. 
I hasten my step; my instinct is flight. 
Or is it something more haunting me? 

I break into a run, my heart and mind agree, 
Feet pounding the path, the sun blinding my sight. 
What is it that my eyes doth see? 

The sound of my heart pounding out a plea, 
I push my tired legs with all my might. 
Or is it something more haunting me? 

Bursting through the door, desperate to be free 
Of visions, with the coming of the night. 
What is it that my eyes doth see 
Or is it something more haunting me?

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Summer Respite

Singing crickets sigh 			
Windows open for a brief respite	
Bare breeze blows.

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I Once Dreamt

The tears have fallen
near constantly since that day
when it was explained
the dreams that I once dreamt
were nothing but a fool’s vision.

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On Memories, the Soul and Gentle Breezes

She has seen so much before Her eyes 
they have lost their sparkle 
She sits in Her chair to watch the hummingbirds 
flit and sip at the bird feeders She has prepared 
She has made those for years 

i remember sitting with Her and talking 
about boys and schoolwork 
and how beautiful the hummingbirds 
sounded as they zipped past the screen door 
we know they will return 

Her taste for pecans never 
prevented Her from collecting them 
off Her land for pies and candies 
Her legs hurt from walking too long 
how i miss picking pecans with Her 

as i grew time was lost 
and i visited Her less and less 
with regret i think of 
all the talks and fun and laughter 
while we canned fruits and jellies together 

i wish i could bring back those years 

the summer before i was married 
we talked of love and happiness 
and i was privileged to know how 
Pa and Ma met when she asked, 
"Do You Believe In Love At First Sight?" 

we stayed up 'til morning talk of 
mike and how She believed he was an 
angel and how She met her first husband 
and the birth of mimi, i know She has 
always love me 
i am Her pride and joy 

She has lived a long life that was hard 
but worth it because She has produced 
a wonderful family 
that babies Her in Her old age 
oh, how She hates that 

She talks about Her last days as if 
tomorrow Her soul will take flight 
and wonders why God hasn't sent for Her yet 
perhaps She is not done 
or He wishes Her to see something precious 

i wonder if it is for me (how narcissistic) 
to see my wedding or the birth of the daughter 
that will carry Her middle name 
She cried when i told Her that 
but that's how much She means to me 

i vainly pray that She will live long enough 
to see these things that are important to me 
when She will be able to hold 
with Her middle name 
Her great-great-granddaughter, LEE ellen 

now She sits in her rocking chair 

watching the hummingbirds 
Her soul takes flight upon a gentle 
breeze that carried Her far away in time 
when She could pick pecans and can jellies 
when She and Pa met 

or when Her children were born 
i know many stories from Her past 
and i am proud that i am the only one 
that has taken the flight with her soul 
on one of those gentle breezes

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Deep Hurt

I stand alone					
not as you think you see me			
I am not that strong				
as fear seizes me, looking			
over my shoulder at you.

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Back When

Children laughing, smile 		
A road less traveled goes on		
Barefoot summer sun

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What May Come

Not everything is as it seems. 
And no one is ever truly happy here, 
Mostly because we're told to dump our dreams. 

But no one ever addresses our needy fears. 
Somehow, we've been handed the end of the rope; 
Left alone to make the muddied waters crystal clear. 

In the midst of all the chaos we cope, 
By seeking out the comfort amidst the pain 
Looking into the things that should instill hope. 

What is hope, and the reality that it stains - 
For anyone can see that it exists not. 
Shed a tear as you watch goodness wane. 

Instead, it is gratification sought 
Within a world that can't make up its mind. 
Instant, fleeting, with it, lost souls are bought. 

Where is the path? Through what does it wind? 
Curving here, breaking past the man-made walls, 
Descending until the broken spirit is all one finds. 

From all directions the way wards path seems to call 
Not caring who the confusion leads astray 
And then stepping back so as not to take the fall. 

Yet the path carries on, blindly leading the foray 
And everyone allows it one more fleeting move. 
Blindly groping for the invisible handhold that's taken away. 

When will the awakening arrive, making us prove 
That we are more than simple mindless machines 
Trying desperately to avoid the looks that disapprove. 

Why must we carry on, strapped to a ride that careens, 
Tossing us, throwing us like some rag doll in a child’s hand? 
Shouldn’t there be more to this macabre scene? 

Eyes open, I see all of this. Eyes closed I weep and demand - 
Is this the way we had our world originally planned?

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Interruption of Tranquility

Snowflake drifts, curling	
Drafts, like angry words, cut
Blinding white dazzles bright.