Marion's Poetry

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Tuesday, March 4, 2008

In My Dreams

In dreams I can see... Dragons sailing on upturned wings... Knights that worry still upon chivalry's code... Elves that ride steeds who's feet hit the ground with fire around.... The golden glow of a unicorn's horn.... The love of one that will never die... Myths.. Legends... Folklore.... They are... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, March 3, 2008

Twilight Friend

Walking along a well used PATH. Silver shades of moonlight show the way. The warm summer breeze slides across my skin. Entering the moonlit meadow I search for my friend. A hint of worry enters my heart Just for a moment Until his ghostly silouhette emerges from the shadowed trees across the green... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, March 2, 2008

I Hear...

I hear the sounds of the past Calling me They echo in my head, my heart My whole being I miss the past Like everyone does I wish I could have stayed there Locked in the past Being happy and not getting older I also hear the sounds of my forefathers Telling me to keep the past alive Telling me to... Sign in to see full entry.

The Mountians

They are there looming like slumbering GODS They have been there for millenia Never to be moved They just stay there Watching.... Knowing..... Listening.... They will stay there when we Are gone They are the Mountians They are a being more noble than the people we are They have the power to keep us... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, March 1, 2008

Wisdom Of the Grandfathers

The steam rises from the hissing rocks The cool air in the hut begins to warm The darkness closes in It surrounds you Filling you with hope That hope comes from a yearning soul Yearning for a sense of forgiviness that can only be found in that small hut The songs begin from each preson's heart The... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, February 28, 2008

The Ghost's Storm

Whispering beauty Icy wind Screaming strength Come with the lighting They are companions Ghosts emerge Their hearts are broken Red tears stain their cheeks The mountian home Wiped out by the storm The silver lance strikes again My horse and I the only wittness. Copyright (c) 2008 Marion Merrill. All... Sign in to see full entry.

Guardian Angel

A body lays apon the floor His breathing ragged and hard Sweat slides across a glistening skin of bronze His dark hair damp too. I sit in a corner watching wishing I could help him But, he has fought something we hope never to see I love him I always will He was my first and I pray now as I watch... Sign in to see full entry.

Lost Connections

In the coziness of the house I hear the howling wind It takes me back to a time where I was greeted by an ancient friend A soul who knew what ran through my blood This friend needed my help He was badly hurt His skin had grown around his collar At four months old that is a horrible thing to happen... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Grassy Seas

Flat.... Nothing rises Nothing falls Waves move on endless seas of golden grass Cows moo in the distance Clouds float on by Day and Night comes and goes. These are the grasslands which many people crossed and only a few, call home. Copyright (c) 2006 Marion Merrill. All rights reserved. Sign in to see full entry.

Small Town Life

The air is warm with the smell of freshly turned Earth... There is one main street In Hot Springs, South Dakota People keep promises on handshakes alone. My father still lives there so does the rest of the family They farm or ranch outside of town But their mornings are spent In a small cafe where... Sign in to see full entry.

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