Monday, September 29, 2014

The Owl

This poem is one that I entered in a contest. I hope I win!

A dark shadow flies across the pale moon,
seen only for a second then vanishes again,
sending fear into the minds of those who scurry
on the forest floor at night.
Gliding high above the trees,
an omen of death scanning for victims
upon whom to prey.
One quick move and he's gone,
and so is the mouse that once felt so safe.
Tis' morning, and just like all predators do,
he goes to his burrow to wait out the day,
but when the sun ceases to shine,
you all better fear, for if careful you aren't,
oh you shall see, a flutter of wings,
but then all you will be is a cold heap of bones
lifeless as a blade of grass when the wind does not blow.

Sunday, September 28, 2014

Take it as it comes

This poem is inspired by the painting Peach Tree in Blossom by Vincent Van Gogh.

After a long and painful life,
we all deserve a second chance,
we all deserve to know,
that light exists,
at the end of the tunnel.
Though life was hard,
it makes death that much sweeter.
You leap and bound
through the snowy fields,
with a feeling of rejuvenation in your soul.
And now you know
that everything has its place,
and yours was just yet to be found.