© 2016 Nature’s Bountiful Poems
Black smoke is rising –
Setting of the sun.
Flames raising higher,
No song to be sung.
Crackling and splintering,
Layer by layer undone .
Once more the flames are rising –
From the ashes, we rise, as one.
Spitting and sputtering,
Flames licking at our heels –
Rising even higher,
All seems too surreal.
Serenity I am feeling,
Pain is now remiss.
All due to the ashes,
And the flames’ little kiss.
Stars are a little brighter,
Moon shadows now at bay –
Fight or flight decision,
Either one must be made.
Parallel keep walking,
Timing will show through –
Patterns swirling in the smoke,
Colors decision true.
Red smoke is rising,
Flame to setting sun.
Moonlight shines upon the shadows –
As the phoenix rises, a new day has begun.
Lovers lost their golden times, Circumstances wrought; Higher life now given one – Nary to be sought. Wretched heart, time after time – Love always to be bought; While others no longer pass the line – Shady plays on until gets caught. Karma soon cometh on – Life lessons to be taught. Run away if ye will; No hiding from the cloth.
2018 Dawn Marie Paone DiMartino
Looking into the mirror; metal with a piece of spun glass, Images swim by before me; Looking forward and looking past.
My heart it gives a flutter; the tides are turning fast, long reach from one to another; images are gone at last.
The shadows have fallen once again,
The curtain calls have come.
No more the smiling faces seen;
No shine of setting suns.
Secluded from self and others,
Hermitous do become.
Karma's fog to roll around;
Trusting naught and no one.
The paths are now obscure,
Sentiments to be left behind.
Walking along the immortal shore;
Barren wasteland set in time.
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Why do you wear a happy face, where others would be sad?
Why do you laugh at things, where others would be mad?
Why do you say rude sage, where others have patience lain?
Why do you perceive such to be against, where others would chalk it up to happenstance?
Why do you see wrong in good deeds done, where others would thankfully praise the run?
Why do you pit each unto one another, where others call each a sister and brother?
Why do you choose to sow hate, where others would love sate?
Why do you use your natural grace for naught, where others utilize theirs with the purpose as taught?
Why do you choose what you choose so very easily, where your choices are harmful to the whole universe around thee?
Why do you choose not to see, where others can severely?
(c) 2017 Dawn Marie Paone DiMartino