Gloomstones Vol 3 part 2

To express emotions with words,
These words are as the stones, Gloomstone,
Piling up like a rough wall around a graveyard,
Not keeping out, not keeping in, just a line,
A method to define what is within.

Lost and Found

The dead laying, raging fools,
Gun and knife,
Senseless slaying, blood red pools;
From the Darkness, drawing back,
Left for life,
Found in newness, coming back,
Crying lightly, down the way,
Orphan child,
Trying slightly, bound to stay;
Mother’s last deed, life once more,
Streets gone wild,
Takes more than needs, life was tore.
Foundling child, of Jane Doe four.

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From this poem’s responses, I wrote:

Take a slice
Visions cast emotions last,
Slice of life,

In the eyes,
The innocent capturing,
A moment,
Life is bent,
Marring in ways now unseen,
Terrorize.

Terror turns,
Left alone to self growing,
Quickly brought,
Despair taught,
Remains too long in unknowing,
Slowly burns.

Wild being,
Moment of wildness great cost,
Random touch,
Taking much,
Family forever lost,
Unknowing.

A lost thought,
To know the color of eyes,
Touch of hair
Brushed with care,
Dark image in the dreams cries,
In dreams sought.

Quick crossing,
Dreams gives way to just being,
Lesson paid,
Power made
In the goodness next seeing,
Takes caring.

Speaking not,
Least they spill out emotion,
Passing years,
Pain it sears,
Held in calm of devotion,
Always sought.

Sharply cut,
The ending of innocent life,
Hurts not one,
Hurt the some,
Casting the living to strife,
Part is shut.

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Sometimes I build a poem from previous writings.
Since I’ve sort of a “Lost” theme going here I’ll add this one:

Lost Balance


I sit,
Watching the snow,
Nothing else that is it,
I’ve no where to be or to go;
I sit.

Listen,
Quietly drops,
Ice spikes are glistening,
From moon beams as the snow now stops,
Listen.

Sobbing,
For the falling,
The cold has been robbing,
Friends now gone to their last calling;
Sobbing.

Balance,
Barely moving,
The days pass like a trance,
With no gain and nothing proving,
Balance.

Leaving,
Attempts to flee
From the locked up grieving,
But where to go and what to be,
Leaving.

Walking
Strap on braces,
Of shined steel adds helping,
And adds fear of others faces,
Walking.

Stares see,
Struggles aging,
Where pain and fear are me,
Pandora’s prize my mind’s raging,
Stares flee.

Casting
Glares at the stares,
That hold horror lasting,
No longer than they hold onto cares.

Balance,
Lost in moments,
Falls in a twisting dance.

Recedes,
Shortly he’s gone.

Balance

Lost.

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In the poem “Lost Balance” I was attempting to show the poem
Even in the format / presentation. Usually it’s the format that takes me over.
Occasionally I over come it, but it’s the 3,7,3 pattern in my brain that tends to dominate
My poetry.

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