Candle (Acrostic)

Hi all,

I am writing the following poem for Acrostic Only and the theme is candle.

Catching my eyes
A little light
Needs some recognition
Day erases night
Laying aside cares
Every shadow gone

Seeking (O.S.I.)

Hi all,

I am writing this poem for O.S.I. and the theme is seeking.

Intense and full
Two strangers glancing
At a midnight moon
Seeking some intimate exchange
That requires their bodies
To balance the magic

A gentle rawness
Of hands and kisses
And heat
Of hands and kisses
And heat

Then he turns
To say something
Coldness in his breath
In the naked air
Of full beaming light

And the moon
Absorbed in her eyes
Her glistening skin
Blinds the sight
Of her tears

As unspoken words
Seeking to swallow
The night

Fright!!

Hi all,

I am starting a bit of October Fright at Acrostic Only. Hope you enjoy!

Full of October spells
Rousing from graveyard’s bed
Ignoring the lurking dark
Giddy with yellow eyes
Haunting growl of beast
Time for human feast

Evening (O.S.I.)

Hi bloggers,
I am writing this poem for O.S.I. The theme this week is evening.

He carried the evening
In his arms
The glory of the moon
And the heavenly stars
She opened her palms
Embraced the great night
Beautiful, black ebony
Milky Way swimming and bright

Haiku Heights: Stranger

Hi all,

I've written a pair of haikus for Haiku Heights. The theme this week is stranger.

Dark eyes gazing back
Mysterious steps protract
Descend into black

Facing in moonlight
Beaming face in twinkling stars
My friend, no stranger

Enigma (O.S.I.)

She watched him
His eyes dark
His collar turned up
The white in his eyes
A brilliant moon
The shadow
Of his breath
Drifting near her lips
Husband she asked
But he turned away
His eyes drowning
In water
He shifted in darkness
Face turning, quiet
Smiling with a kiss
She watched him
An enigma

Writing in the Dark

To write with a degree of conviction, passion, and heart, is sometimes the most difficult thing to do. But it is the most necessary and important part of a writer's life.

In the darkness, in the middle of the night, when sleep fails me, I think of my life. I think of my legacy. I think on what I have done and what I have not done. I wonder on that final day, when I give my account to God, what will I say? What good things could I utter about my life? Since I was young, I feared missing God. I was afraid He would not accept me. I am afraid I've missed the mark. Day after day without end. So far away and so distant. Will I ever reach the shores of eternal life? What makes others so certain they will make it? When I see them, I am in awe. Perhaps God is with them.

I bow my head and pray for mercy each night. I have no assurance. I am not sure if I am swimming closer to the light or drowning in darkness. This terrifies me as I try to sleep. There is little sleep when I lay in judgment of myself. And yet, the hope that He still loves me, wills me evermore. And I am blessed to see the sunrise again. The daylight melts away all darkness. The opportunity to start anew is the greatest gift. New life begins each morning.