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Singing it in rhyme
Snow has arrived with a blistering bite but still the bench summoned me hither. There is no need for a long speech for my laconic outpouring is insignificant to the beauty that only the eye can see.
My enigmatic smile shall not give it away either for my being amiable by nature as antiquated as that may sound. So I may see you there, if even for a passing.
When church bells ring with chimes that sing
As the ball clings sweet nothings
Yet send feelings of waves
That flutter the heart
Leaving it in limbo
Without a tempo
Or a beat
*The beat is the rhythm where tempo is the speed of the beat
Photo by SLS. Oborowsky
Abandoned
Dreary but suspicious
Darkened only by a shadowed frame
For it’s alluring ancient look of stone walls stand erect
Yet surrounded by rubble
An ancient architect left without a roof
Mysterious, once occupied, is intriguingly enticing
Limited to only a fraction of the tales for it’s purpose of being
Home is where the heart is
Where the heart is family can be found
Family can be found to be the friends
To be the friends you desire will always be the ones by your side
The ones by your side are the ones who care the most
The ones who care the most will miss you the most when you are gone
When you are gone memories will live forever
Memories will live forever because of descendants
Because of descendants life goes on
Life goes on because we exist to live
© January 31, 2015
Season’s greetings to you and your loved ones.
May all your dreams come true in the new year. May your home be filled with those you hold dear. May memories sing sweet thoughts long after.
Because a heart filled with love fills the empty spaces and the biggest gifts are the ones you cannot see.
And when a home is filled with people, it brings joy and the biggest surprises are the ones you cannot wrap.
Although a picture may say a thousand words, the memory that remains will always be within the heart.
It’s silence solemnly musical
Drifting deeply into itself
Alone
Hugged by fog that blankets the forest
Discreetly whispering sweet nothing
Yet seductive
Fortunately sheltered from the sordidness of mankind
With a ghostly air flowing amongst it
Bringing alive nature that breathes
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Original
It’s silence solemn
Drifting
Alone
Hugged by fog
Discreetly sheltered
Wind whispering
Silently
seductive
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Second revision
It’s silence solemnly musical
Drifting deeply into itself
Alone
Hugged by fog that blankets the forest
Discreetly whispering sweet nothing
Yet silently seductive
*Although sheltered from the sordidness of mankind
With a ghostly air flowing amongst it
That’s life-giving
SLS Oborowsky
Aboriginals in the war
Hidden behind the scenes
Acknowledged far too late, recognition forgotten, although there
They fought to protect from the wrath of war
In the forefront, a willingness to die to save others
Although late to acknowledge, forgotten no more
For they put themselves, selflessly for us, in front of arms
No longer forgotten, forever remembered
Aboriginals at war, our other veterans, must no longer be forgotten
