While soaring 'cross the heavens high he drifts near Luna Moon Hop-scotching cotton clouds so soft to spark a twilight fling. White dragon flies black velvet skies on silver star-kissed wing, Whispering with shoulder-shrugs… her bowed headĭuct-taped over with bloodied gauze curtains Through flared nostrils… pain-shaded eyes "Worry looks around, Sorry looks back, Faith looks up." ~ Early detection can save your life. Did that poem just captivate you? Nominate it for the Faery award today! If perfection of form allured your muse, propose the Crown Jewels award. For details, click into the IBPC nomination forum. Nominate a poem for the InterBoard Poetry Competition by taking into careful consideration those poems you feel would best represent Mosaic Musings. "I believe it is the act of remembrance, long after our bones have turned to dust, to be the true essence of an afterlife." ~ Lorraine M. In addition, reciprocate with those who've responded to you in kind. In the spirit of workshopping, please revisit those threads you've critiqued to see if the author has incorporated your ideas, or requests further feedback from you. You step into the Road, and if you don't keep your feet, there is no knowing where you might be swept off to." ~ J.R.R Tolkien, The Lord of the RingsĬollaboration feeds innovation. "It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door.
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Wild as The Phantom, free as west winds blow, With mind awhirl, Josh wishes he could roam Since noon has passed them by some time ago Josh checks his cinch, remounts, and heads for home His head around, now sensing something wrongĪnd starts to move his trusting herd along Josh hears a whiney as The Phantom throws Where mountaintops are capped with ice and snowĪnd stillness fills each valley to its brink,Ī youngster stops to give his horse a drink,ĭismounting while cool, placid waters flow. Light wind caressed The Phantom’s mane and tail. He rode uphill to check what could be seenĪnd watched as wonderment change into dream – Josh rode his grula through an open green,Įxploring Hogback Ridge’s weaving streamsĪnd chanced upon a fresh, but well-worn trail. The Phantom, but each effort missed its mark. Though loudmouth punchers brag how they’d outwit That keeps his harem free from spur and bit, Who claim they’ve felt this stallion’s fiery breath.
When Josh awakes, he takes a yearning lookĪnd Hogback Ridge keeps chanting in his ear.īy cowpokes long in tooth and tough in grain Takes life with golden lamplight glow its smokeĪscends in blue-gray plumes to disappear. Spry, frisky foals carouse in leaps and roundsĪs docile mares choose grasses fresh and sweet. “Wake up, Daniel stop that screaming!” It was I that I heard snore.Īcross her vast expanse of peaks and draws,īack to their lairs ahead of morning’s haze.īegins to stir and move to grazing grounds “Turn the light off I can’t stand it!” I yell back… yes, I demand it! Looking back… my wife is screaming, and behind, a light is beaming,īeaming till my eyes are burning… burning fire I can’t ignore. It’s gut-wrenching, teeth now clenching I hear something like a snore. Then I feel my body quiver… kidneys, bladder, even liver… She could look herself inside it… I’m a man who’s scared… best hide it! What could be there crying, crying? What’s behind that closet door? What’s behind it…? Now I’m fearing… and the fear’s not disappearing! Squandered time as I moved nearer, nearer to the closet door. Tripping over clothes not laundered, step-by-step, in dark I wandered, Still, I nearly fell… then righted, while she watched, now more affrightedĪs I stumbled, bleary-sighted toward the stupid closet door… “Hurry up get up, you crazy, lazy lump… but watch the floor!” “No, it’s something else,” she worried still she wished that I had scurried. Must be Ollie trapped inside there crazy cat’s behind the door.” “Why don’t you? You are awake now… and of course you have the know-how “Dear, what is that awful shrieking? Peek inside the closet door! What’s that high-pitched screeching, screeching? She’s awake now and beseeching, Once she woke me from my slumber… seems I swore… a nasty number!ģ AM today, while tremblin’, something nearly soiled my drawers. Though I’m safe abed, she’s anxious twice I’ve fallen on the floor. Oft I dream, my body shakin’ worried wife cannot awaken.
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