Countless

The Daily Post prompt is: countless.

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How many stars? Can I count them all?

Cold light slips through my outstretched hand,

While words ring dull in my empty heart.

 

You took down the moon but you kept its light,

Said the rest of the sky was mine to hold.

How many stars? Can I count them all?

 

I turn my face to their distant glitter,

Icy diamonds in a frozen sea,

Cold light slips through my outstretched hand.

 

Your laughter falls on fields of ice,

The stars look down in their web of night,

While words ring dull in my empty heart.

Dark phase

Another cascade poem, this one for the Daily Post prompt: phase.

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At the dark phase of the moon,

Wild creatures prowl and night owls cry,

For only stars light up the sky.

 

Poplars whisper in the wind,

Stories of cold and bitter times,

At the dark phase of the moon.

 

Beneath the forest with the shades

Of things long dead and best forgot,

Wild creatures prowl, and night owls cry.

 

We bolt the door and shutters tight,

Against the things that haunt the dark,

For only stars light up the night.

 

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Masks

The Secret Keeper’s weekly prompt words are:

CHARADE | FACE | CALL | FAKE | GAME

Photo ©Isabelle Maladrin

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I call you a fake to your face,

Playing games with my love and my heart,

As weighty to you as the wind.

 

You smile with your mouth not your eyes,

A surgical grin for the crowds,

I call you a fake to your face.

 

The touch of your hand a charade,

Caress with no tender intent,

Playing games with my love and my heart.

 

No giving, no roots shape your words,

Tomorrow is not your concern,

As weighty to you as the wind.

Dreaming

The Daily Post prompt is: dream

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Waking from a dream is hard,

When morning brings a bitter light,

And nothing calls beyond the sill.

 

At night I join the starlit dance,

Among the hopes that still shine bright,

Waking from a dream is hard.

 

The hollow ache beneath the ribs,

Begins as dawn-chased shadows fade,

When morning brings a bitter light.

 

No one holds out waiting arms,

The blackbird sings for other ears,

And nothing calls beyond the sill.