by Charles Messina |
Categories:
romantic,
Through the park I walked, alone
As the moon reflected off the lake
I made a wish and tossed a stone
A sleeping owl, I did awake
As the moon reflected off the lake
Echoes chimed from the owl's hoots
Distant sounds- train's whistle toots
I made a wish and tossed a stone
Perhaps beneath the stars so bright
I just might find my love tonight
A sleeping owl, I did awake
He hooted a symphony that rose above
And just like that, there was my love
by Viv Wigley |
Categories:
love,
Willington canal bridge, we hand in hand
our journey pausing briefly, nothing planned.
nearby an owl hooted to egg us on,
distracting the face that I gazed upon.
eager and expectant, forward leaning,
rose lips parting, no doubting their meaning.
fingers tightly coiling around my wrists,
unnecessary, I would not resist............
loved that first soft tender fleeting kiss.
January 5th, 2016
For contest 'Wonderful- acrostic', sponsor John Hamilton.
by Tom Quigley |
Categories:
loneliness, love,
I looked for you down the hall
Just echoes call,
photos on wall
I looked for you on my device
Your pic is nice,
texted you twice
I looked for you inside the moon
You’d return soon,
hooted the loon
I looked for you both up and down
Found wall of sound,
here but not around
I looked for you inside our bed
Found naught instead,
blinders we bred
I looked for you out in the field
My heart unsealed,
and somewhat healed
I looked for you under canopy of stars
Around you are
Arm’s reach, but far
I cried for you both loud and clear
Then you were here.
I need you, dear.
5/12/16
© Thomas W. Quigley
by Adelaide Evans |
Categories:
anger, anxiety, betrayal, fear, heartbreak, lost love, love hurts,
Frightened, hiding in this park
Every rustling sound keeps me in this dark
All I want is a place to rest my mind
Rearranging shadows are all I find
The owl has not hooted
He has not made his kill
Even the night bird has become still
Nerves crawl along my arm
Insistent, persistent, like your charm
Ghostly images blur upon my sight
Hollow gestures I once thought were true
Tensed, I point my abandoned heart at you.
Adelaide Bond
May, 12, 2016