in awe, i tread lightly
among the tall and stable structures
majestic yet unusual
a testament to man’s creativity
as i imagine ancient worlds
these ruins transport me to another life
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tracing backward
to a time unknown
by those in the present day
they dig to corroborate
their best guess
of the artifacts and surroundings
much will remain shrouded in mystery
leaving us to continually rewrite the timeline
when new and exciting discoveries arise
FRIENDS
Friends come in many shapes and sizes.
They come into your life for a reason.
Some are as bright as the sun that rises,
Others, are like a chilly, winter season.
Some friends are new, some are old,
Some chatter nineteen to the dozen,
Others’ quietness makes them seem cold.
They’re not, they are just waiting for when,
Into conversation they can drop gems of wisdom,
They spread like a soft, warm illuminating glow.
Value all your friends wherever they come from.
Those enchanting, and life-enhancing friends we know.
The Last Goodbye
rain drops on
her face, mixed with tears,
taste salty
on his lips, as he says
goodbye for the last time.
Letting Go
letting things go
that no longer serve you
will make you rise
lighten your heart
allow you to enter
the flow of life
Unbowed
Fields of sunflowers.
Like the courage
of the Ukrainians,
survive the bombs
and Russian artillery
unbowed by their enemy.
Violence
Violence
is not the answer
to problems.
We must talk
To each other, discussion
Is needed for peace.
Consciousness
Universal consciousness means we are
all joined together, one big connection.
Born of bright stardust, we have come so far.
We must travel in the right direction,
Always seeking our Divine protection.
The Celts
The Celts danced
here in the wild, windy,
woods.
Painted with blue woad, they pranced.
Their bow strings
taut, sharp swords and knives withdrawn.
Solid sharpened stones for slings.
They surged
forward with Celtic curses.
Adamantine army merged.
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Carolyn Crossley, aka ©VixenOfVerse, is a poet/haikuista/writer. Published Work – The Short of It – Vol 1 & Vol 2, Purr-fect Poetry – Cats Protection Anthology, Poetic Vision – Guide Dogs for the Blind Anthology, OWC Publishing – Shadows – An Anthology of Short Stories, Today’s Specials – A Selection of Literary Delights. Blog: Backfromdarknesstolight.com. You can find all her work – reblogged or featured- by clicking HERE.
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Redux
Opening the lid to the past.
Joy, tears, and laughter escape.
Youthful feelings rushing back expectedly.
Playing in the past like it was yesterday.
Staying there is tempting,
in the good ‘ole days.
But were they really?
Boxed memories are nearly all good.
Who saves the crap?
Those moments slowly come back too.
Time to close the lid.
Back to reality.
Originally posted 10/25/18 on I Write Her.
visit to the past
exploring rich history
so much is unknown
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Inspired by What do you see#192
the past still vivid
ghostly images appear
fair maidens and kings
oh, stoic regal house
rich history and culture
what those stones could share
Inspired by Sadje’s What do you see #168
weariness unmasked
faces of all the same doom
time changes nothing
Inspired by Sadje’s What do you see #111
an open courtyard beckons
and images of servants
gathering water fill my senses
i imagine nobles walking along
on the second floor, under the arches
deep in conversation
i wonder
was the highest tower
filled with prisoners
was it thieves trying to get in
or enemies of the court
from within this gated community
Inspired by Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Saturday Mix – Black, White, Unusual and Common
Sadje’s What do you see #101
as travellers meander on old cobbled roads
and behold what was once ancient
they find it is rediscovered new every day
whether witnessed by black, white, asian or hispanic
the guide’s rich retelling of its history
suggests the unusual of the past
is common knowledge in the present
with loud hushed tones and awe
the gaggle of tourists move beyond the entrance
for their first glimpse of merch
at the shops of christian dior and swarovski
under the entrance of michael’s gate
Inspired by VJ’s Weekly Challenge – Roads & Sadje’s What do you see #80
while looking off into the distance
many roads lead to me
the curious may travel to catch a glimpse
and revel in my history
they’ll never quite understand what i’ve seen
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