This is fun…
Kinda ignoring the list of word associations but whatevs!
Category: Poetry
Around the corner
Around the corner
I smell it before I see it,
It’s nearer than I think,
I know I can’t ignore it,
I know it won’t leave,
I can’t afford the sorrow it brings,
I can’t change its crimes.
It won’t give it a rest,
It’s out of its mind.
By Dawn
Disaster creeps
Heavy disaster
The air
is heavy
around my head.
The weight is
trying to
Break me.
Disaster creeps
and crash’s
head on.
Time doesn’t
heal.
Dread is always there.
Down,
low,
in my soul.
Weeping.
By
Dawn
Books I’ve read lately
Killman Creek is the second book in the Stillhouse Lake series. I was totally on the edge of my seat. The first book ended and I immediately started the second. It’s a story about a serial killer. It has so many twists and turns! The author makes you doubt your instincts. Loved it!
Sarah A Denzil’s books were easy to read and I found myself enthralled in the stories. Sometimes a prolific writer will have a common theme that is predictable. I didn’t get that feeling with these books.
Happy Reading!
Lullaby
Lullaby
We are lulled,
led like children.
Transfixed,
by the music,
of the pied piper.
We become blind.
Can’t decide,
what is reality,
and what is not.
What it is,
is a passing flame,
extinguished by
the lightest breath.
Light returns to dark.
The dark relief.
By Dawn
Day and Night
Day and Night, Life and Melancholia
By Dawn Illsley
What kind of night
Damns you to restlessness?
Condemns you to sleeplessness?
Letting the dreary dive in.
The melancholy thrives at night,
It gets its life from the idleness,
The quiet, ticking of time,
Creeping by, so slowly.
Building up strength, its forces
No match for a broken heart or open mind.
Consider it all!
Why not?
Sleep is a luxury.
It’s bookended,
By the waking hours
We call life.
But life isn’t all that we desire.
It taunts and ridicules,
Steals and lies,
Throws away the truth for a facsimile.
Those who care seem lost.
Lost in a world of the self righteous fool,
Determined to rule.
When Darkness Comes
When darkness comes
When the darkness comes,
It blocks out the light.
Hovering overhead to drown me in delight.
A cruel, damp, and soggy mess.
Pours itself into my soul.
While it gasps for air and scratches for life,
My soul sputters and spits the vile mess.
Fighting for life it takes a deep breath,
Takes hold of the darkness and strangles it to death.
It’s gone
It’s gone by Dawn Illsley
Can life be so cruel to take it away?
Away from the place it was meant to stay.
Deep in my heart,
It was there all along.
Now it’s gone, now it’s gone.
Reward Offered
Reward Offered by Dawn Illsley
My words got lost
while trying to find the right ones.
If anyone sees them send them back home.
Reward offered for their safe return.
I’m Awake
I’m Awake by Dawn Illsley
I’m awake.
Thinking of happy places.
Avoiding the dark ones.
The places I get lost in.
Some things I’ll never understand,
Including myself.
My reason for being.
Why hanging on is torture.
What torture?
Why Hang on?
When letting go is so much more,
When letting go is not giving in.
Giving in to what?
Maybe it’s destiny
Maybe it’s not.
Maybe it’s just right.
Dawn's Chronicles 