Poem 225:

In the Night

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the story of their soul
lies within the starry flight
words and fireflies dancing in the night

© 2017 by James Spruell All rights reserved

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Poem 224:

with Tender Touch

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with tender touch
loves’ deep breath shall clothe with light,
a child hiding in the night

© 2017 by James Spruell All rights reserved

Poem 217:

Upon a Single Ray

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The glance of a golden ray
banished the shadows
to which I submitted,
thorns of sorrow and fear,
folded away, hidden in crevices
waiting, silently waiting
planted in a day I did not see

Rooted firmly in the heart
silent thorns waited to steal
from the soul the joy within
had not the golden ray
broken the bow of that gnarly tree

Thorns of sorrow and fear
banished from the heart
remain in silence, fading,
fading into the golden ray

© 2017 by James Spruell All rights reserved

Poem 223:

the Umpire’s Call!

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while ever rambling along
the fun of writing poetry
is that little curve ball, waiting within

© 2017 by James Spruell All rights reserved

Poem 222:

Within the Smile

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A child smiles now
with tears in his eye instruct him I must
first with love, then with trust
So he will have no dragons, no demons
in the night.

© 2017 by James Spruell All rights reserved

Poem 221:

Butterflies Just Passing By

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Hiding in windows
known only to time
are ripples within the veil
life’s little roses that float our way,
then so quickly fade away,
butterflies saying hello,
but before the moon can rise
leave once more,
their journey to explore

© 2017 by James Spruell All rights reserved

Poem 216:

Lost – When Death Passes by

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When light and dark are the same
and thoughts of horror
are all that remain
What is this endless abyss
in whose waters, I must wade?

When the soul is lost
and north becomes south
time stands silently at the door,
in whose empty vase
the endless pain I implore
to leave, to come no more

My eyes cannot find
the flowers lost of a friend
silent memories that her song,
hidden from sight, seem forever gone

though her song I cannot find
gentle reminders that life does not end
lay in the stars set gently in the night,
in the twinkling of starlight

silent memories speak of my friend
in time, shall be found, once again
her song hiding there, deeply missed
remain and wait, at heaven’s gate

© 2017 by James Spruell All rights reserved

Poem 218:

the Silent Guardian

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when petals close to mark the end of day
a silent guardian watches over the night
in utter quiet, dark repose

as petals sleep, coiled tightly in relief
the moon begins a nightly journey,
adorned in twilight’s golden glow

the nocturnal awaken
the owl with a hoot, ends her fast,
to begin the nightly hunt

until morning rays, when petals extend
awaken from night’s slumber
the sparrow and blue jay

the owl to sleep,
the silent guardian does rest
until the day’s journey has an end

the cycle then begins again,
her nightly repose

© 2017 by James Spruell All rights reserved

Poem 214:

Perpetual Rose

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The masquerading rose
within one’s soul
oh how thorns prick
and take their toll

The blooming petals
so temptingly sweet
fraudulently grown
placed at feet

Alas; Roots grow deep
within the ground
what once was there
will come around

Touch of velvet
soft essence treat
yet without the thorns
are not complete

© 2012 by Amy King All rights reserved

Originally posted in my old site: utahwhispers (Written by Amy King, my daughter, repost)

Poem 213:

Ripples in the Stream

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Ripples in the stream
will rise, only to fall
the butterflies of time

© 2016 by James Spruell All rights reserved

Poem 212:

Cabin in the Woods

Forgotten in the Woods

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Forgotten in the woods
lies a cabin amidst the forest trees
hiding in the shadows
of another time, of days now spent

her home once decorated with cheer
her children banged her doors
and clamored with joy
but she was happy to have them
amidst the forest floor

time now affray
she waits for another day
when her children once again
remember her youth, of time spent together
in the cabin hiding in the woods.

© 2015 by James Spruell All rights reserved

Poem 211:

Cabo, the Rocky Shore

Rocky Shores Redux

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Until the oar rows against the tempus wave
and the heart walks a rocky shore,
who we are is but a mystery,
truths veiled within the soul

© 2015 by James Spruell All rights reserved

(just for fun, another version of Poem 209
…finding the  courage that lies within)

Poem 209:

the Rocky Shore

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Protected by an ancient sea
hidden truths held within the soul
lie upon the rocky shore

© 2015 by James Spruell All rights reserved