Sunday Best

He dressed to the nines,
tried to pretend he was fine,
and bet on his pride
that he was able to hide
pain behind polish and shine.

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Cloak and shadow

Man unknown,
anonymous,
stares into the night,
questioning.
Useless.
Eternity
rarely responds,
and when it does
don’t expect
easy answers.

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Scarred

There are things I don’t want you to know,
things I’m too scared to show,
because I’m afraid when I’m done
you’ll turn tail and run
as far as you can go.

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Celestial Tear

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A fragment of a fallen star –
ages old, yet without scars.
She shines like a diamond in the night
piercing the dark with a silver light.

Now the sterling celestial seed
blooms like a flower amid the reeds
to bring such beauty and such grace
to an ancient deserted place.

A poem inspired by Erica’s jewelry over at Inspired by Nature, a handcrafted and custom jewelry seller that operates through Facebook and Etsy.  The piece that inspired this poem is still available for sale at this time.

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Sentinel

‘ere I stand
and ‘ere I’ll stay
with sword in hand
to hold the night at bay.

I shall not stray,
no matter the demands
that come my way.

For this our land
that I guard today,
I’ll shine like a brand
to hold the night at bay.

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Little Morty

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Little Morty, all in bed.
Little Morty – yes, he’s dead,
but Little Morty isn’t sad.
In fact – Little Morty’s glad!
You can see it in his grin,
how it’s painted on his chin,
and how it never leaves his face,
and how his dead eyes stare off into space.

A poem inspired by Erica’s jewelry over at Inspired by Nature, a handcrafted and custom jewelry seller that operates through Facebook and Etsy.

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