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ShadowFall (Shadorma)

Darkness strikes
The moonlight
Stealing stars
And I know in midnight soul
This is ShadowFall 6 more words



My feet scrubbed the old roads,

A little fatigued, a little unwelcomed.

A few hinges creaking, beating footsteps,

Incessant knocks on a door.

An old woman, clad in a robe of grey, 42 more words


What Is Meant to be

This poem is pretty much about how I view life, how there are various things you can focus on, things you can change and personally impact, but there is also a lot beyond our control. 230 more words


Sandberg's Visit

My fingers rest upon the keys
waiting for words
that will not come;
neither inspiration.
Hapless “poet”.

Now resting on sleep’s shoulder
drifting on sleep’s shore… 154 more words


Poison Ivy and the Inner Man (woman!)

Gardens are a form of autobiography.

~Sydney Eddison, Horticulture magazine, August/September 1993

He who did not spare his own Son,(A) but gave him up for us all—how will he not also, along with him, graciously give us all things? 285 more words


Books & Libraries

old and new,
small and large,
hold the knowledge,
images of the words,
words of the images.
waiting for you to open them, … 64 more words


Friday Fantasy - Magic's Spark

Energy flows
Igniting the night
With a fiery blaze
Awakening the land
Summoning forth
The wizard’s force

Releasing its churn
The mountain screams
With billowing smoke… 16 more words