Life After Dark

Life After Dark



The fabric of night

is pinned to the sky

with crystaline stars.

A calm, moist breeze

caresses my hair

and kissess my cheek.

Delicate blooms

plays hide and seek

on a dead tree stump.

Clear, bright moonlight

shafts through the trees

and splatters the ground.

Pungent, wet soil

of a pregnant earth

invades my senses.

Tiny green sprouts

below brown leaves

pushes up toward life.

I am a child

of the night

This is my springtime.


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StarPoet   StarPoet wrote
on 7/14/2009 12:27:47 AM
Justwrite you are a woman of amazing talent. You do great in your normal genre of horror, then you cross over and write a wonderful poem that is out of your genre. "Mad skillz" as they say today.

Kartel   Kartel wrote
on 7/11/2009 8:34:48 PM
beautiful absolutely beautiful, i love it and image , the picture that you use to represent urself is perfect, good work.

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This is not my usual genre. I have always been a little intimadated by Poetry. But this peice just came to me and I had to write it down. Please enjoy.
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