I Miss YouIt's horrible to say thatMy only way of expressing myselfIs toSing or to writeSongs which seem to have no meaning forYouOr me because history reads there is noUs
Through Your EyesIt was through your eyes that I was able to see,The dark, the light, the grey in-between.Although you only see in black and white,I know that your heart and mind are set right.You wish to run, to explore the world,But without us to return to, in a ball you are curled.Without your ever joyful presence I fear,That I will be losing something very dear:A soul that knows no evil,A mind ever eager,A tail which is never motionless,A friend, who is always there.When I speak my fears aloud,By you, my mind unclouded.So never run away,Don't leave me here astray.
Spring has sprungScent of flowers everywhereOne cannot help but stareFor the beauty surrounds us soAs another season comes and goesTightly coiled for so longBut here we areSpring has sprung
Jump With MeThe atmosphere of verdant tanglesBittersweet in burning lungsAnd far beyond the drifting lakesCerulean 'neath ardent sunA pleasant wind o'er gentle skinAlleviates young boiling bloodFine nimble limbs cross natures pathIn brisk pursuit of one belovedAnd tender hands reach lovinglySoft shackles meant to set one freeLead to the macrocosmic edgeSweet lips invite "please jump with me"
Call of BlackbirdsThe call of blackbirds fills the sky,A mass of darkened wings.They come with tiny trumpets andAnnounce the coming spring.
The TreesTHE TREES SS7The trees drifted in the breeze,however...There lied a trap,betwixt the sap.A hunter, a killer,asunder, a triller.One day a warrior, much more than a man,walked into town with his sword in hand.He walked past the shops,he walked through the village.where eager eyes were ready,to pillage.Then he came to the treesa wall of green...A man ran up and said,"Sir don't go through there!Or the grave of the others,you also shall share."So the warrior walked in,a grim look on his face.walking with caution,into this dark place... but of the trickster he could not find a trace.Presently, the coward was running,because he knew the strong one was coming.He ran and ran right out of the woods,taking with him his weapons and goods.These trees were now restful,tranquil, without harm,without this great warrioreven lifting his arm.
Bird of Perfectionvintage winged creationworded paper perfectionparchment fanned featherspread out for fine weatherelegantly crafted creaturea beady eyed treasurered pastel painted chestsculptured by the bestbeauty from head to tailthis bird of great detailon slender gripped feetdark, sleek and completeperched neatly on my fingerbut for a moment to linger© Lissie Bull 2014
Death of a RoseCold, cold heart of deathlaying on the hard groundexposed to the elementsnever making a soundno plea for assistanceor demands to be warmedfor this frozen roseremains there fully formedits rich velvety petalsred against the grey gravelstand out so vividlyno more will it traveldecorated with dropletsof fine powdery snowthis once beautiful roseremains there still aglowin its dying momentsits scent lingers onfrozen in time nowuntil the following dawn!© Lissie Bull 2014
29. Dark (tinted world)A tidal wave of secretscrashes to the groundcoating it in silencemuffling all aroundThis soothing shroud of beautystill drips with sounds at peacefrom the reverent little creaturesthe world knows of leastThey trickle through the shadowsand float among the leaveshidden in obscurityand sheltered by the treesThis tinted world of splendorquickly drains awaydried up by the fearof opaqueness in the day.
The BlackbirdHi! Thanks for reading. I love writing these, and feedback, challenges, or requests are always appreciated and without further ado, here is prompt number five!Silvery flakes drifted down, glittering in the bright light of the harvest moon. The blackbird swooped down…Silvery flakes drifted down,Glittering in the bright light of the Harvest Moon.The Blackbird swooped down and landed on a brittle branch.SilentlyHe watched the forest floor.Beneath a blanket of snow, the Earth slept,And nothing stirred.Nothing, save the Blackbird.At length he raised his head the sunset Moon.The forest relayed its restless cryThrough the Wind,Through the Branches,Through the falling Flakes.With shrill cries the Blackbird answered,Then wings spread, flew away.And the Earth stirred no more.I hope it was worthwhile. I think it was.
4 seasons 4 SEASONS Spring, Summer, Autumn Winter Seasons that we love and have Hotness of the summer breeze And the coldness of Winter breeze The chirping birds of spring, And flowers blooming. The winter if fun yet, chilling. In summer the sun is shining, And shimmering. In Autumn the smell of leaves falling And treat-or-tricking. How wonderful are our seasons that are celebrated by millions Easter by spring, Christmas in winter Halloween in Autumn and school breaks by summer. A time to take a break and be happier.
WinterThe winter looms and heaven's gloomIt buries joy and mirthAnd in its spite with deathly whiteIt covers all the earth.
Four Times A YearSeasons changeFour times a yearSome bringing joyOthers tearsBut whilst the wind may turn to rainThe colours of Autumn are here once again