Silhouetted Dreams

Corrupted Words

Silhouetted dreams frozen in moonlight
Shrouded in mist, forgotten and forsaken
Sullen and forlorn, yearning for release
Spiralling memories dance before my eyes

Desires locked in delicate disguise
Passions creep from knowing eyes
Whispered dreams escape in a kiss
As moistened lips part with a sigh

A gentle breeze stirs a silent twilight
Shadows fade into silvery moonlight
Rage burns in the early morning sun
Lost in a velvet darkness without you

Rousing thoughts long at rest in sadness
Tainted lives lost in a trail of inked tears
Sorrow pours forth in corrupted words
Breathe in experience, exhale imagination

Copyright © 2015 Shawn D. Standfast. All rights reserved.

Corrupted Words

The Enchanted Forest

The following poem was inspired by the photo below. Sarah Ward Smith (Twitter: @theodoremoo) sent me the photo and asked if I would write a poem about it. This is what happened…

Forgotten Tales

A gently breeze echoes through the enchanted forest
The moon and stars are muted with billowing clouds
And half remembered tales linger among silent trees
Their words trapped in darkness searching for home

As twilight falls excited voices erupt into the night
Chilled with fear as they wander aimlessly onward
Thoughts glimpsed in the distance just out of sight
Distorted views encircle as perception is narrowed

Imagination rustles the damp carpet of pine needles
Sadness and doubt circle as a low lying mist rolls in
Whispered words from lost fables breathe once more
Releasing tormented memories in a thunderous roar

A blood red cloak hangs, dripping with tears of rage
Discarded and unrecognized, a symbol of innocence
Anguished souls united in their struggle for freedom
Imprisoned in the enchanted forest by the rising sun

Copyright © 2015 Shawn D. Standfast. All rights reserved.

Forgotten Tales

Haiku Ten – Four

Soulful eyes embrace
Delicate soft lips to kiss
Beauty in full bloom

Lie back in comfort
Watch the flakes float by and dance
Whispered thoughts of spring

Longing for darkness
Peace and serenity shines
The light of sadness

Echoes fade in light
Shifting winds and silent flakes
A gentle snow falls

The snow has fallen
All rejoiced at the beauty
Then there was silence

Passions sharing thoughts
Amidst cold winds and dark skies
No blossoms in bloom

A cloak of wonder
Unseen to unknowing eyes
Hidden from within

From this point of view
Gazing into eyes so blue
Tears like morning dew

Frosted windows blur
Thoughts stir of days long ago
Your thoughts guides me still

Lost in thoughts again
Memories of you burn bright
Shadows moving in

Copyright © 2015 Shawn D. Standfast. All rights reserved.

April in Paris

This weeks poem for the Facebook Group Poetry in Motion. A picture prompt:

A Sweet Melody

With all the clichés and all the reasons for Paris
“April in Paris” strolls through my mind once again
The smell of blossoms rustles through my memories
As its sweet melody takes me back and so far away

Those sunny days walking together hand in hand
Spring in the air and a warm breeze in your hair
As April showers brought sweet kisses in the rain
And your smiling eyes saying all I wanted to hear

Time moves quickly now and so many memories fade
April and tea for two with you under swaying trees remains
Regrets build upon regrets with thoughts of you waiting
Expectant eyes scanning the crowd longing for my return

Searching through love songs for the perfect phrases
Reading lost intros and finding melodies we shared
Forgotten words come to life from memories of old
But none compare to the warm embrace of “April in Paris”

Copyright © 2015 Shawn D. Standfast. All rights reserved.

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Micro Poetry, Tanka and Haiku

Moonlight fades in slumber
Dawn releases shadows
Grey clouds choke the light
Melody of rain feeds despair

Lost in a wilderness of thoughts
Shrouded in shadows of misery
My tears frozen on bare trees
As joy haunts the hinterland

Hissing of rain heard
In darkness thoughts are hidden
Minds drift endlessly
Pools of memories collect
Filling every hollow spot

Misty autumn skies
Leaves rustle with gusting winds
Purple, red and gold
Coolness lingers through the day
Smell of decay in the air

Chiselled light flickers
Smoke mingles with evening fog
Misty tendrils dance
Shadows chase the setting sun
Twilight lingers in silence

Lives frozen in time
Lost faces and their traces
Pen and ink restores

Clouds move in, light dims
Sound of rain breaks the stillness
Serenity roars

Eyes shine through darkness
Subtle lines framed in shadow
Light reflects beauty

Thoughts frozen in time
Flickering in the shadows
Forever in dreams

Morning dew collects
Soft petals thirsting for sun
Sweet scent flows through me

A mist haunts the land
Autumn leaves crunch under foot
Moments lost in time

Eyes looking through time
Forever free to wander
Capturing lost souls

Lost in starlight frost
Mists dance on silver moonbeams
Thoughts return to you

Copyright © 2014 Shawn D. Standfast. All rights reserved

Autumn Begins Its Merry Dance

This is a re-write of a poem previously posted.

Autumn at the Mill

Bats dart and dive from attic cracks
And synchronize their attacks
With a Hunter’s Moon shining bright
Prey is stalked and caught in flight

Light fades and clouds advance
As autumn begins its merry dance
Those happy days of long ago

From days of old I remember
A sweet mellow September
Then October presents its share
At the Orchard Apple Fair

Trick or treat on All Hallows’ Eve
Golden leaves blow here and there
The smell of bonfires choke the air

Sensing change as the north winds blow
Hearing rushing water flow
At the mill the waterwheel whirls
In the meadow tall grass swirls

Those happy days of long ago
As light fades and clouds advance
Autumn begins its merry dance

Copyright © 2014 Shawn D. Standfast & James Day. All rights reserved.

Photo found on internet. Copyright unknown.

Photo found on internet. Copyright unknown.

Long Summer Days and Dark Autumn Nights

Stars and Fireflies

No matter how far I go I’ll always remember
Long summer days and dark autumn nights
Cold winter snow and wood burning stoves
Clear starry nights and the Northern Lights

Memories flow through child eyes of days long ago
Those lazy days and clear blue skies
The sound of crickets through the window screen
As stars and fireflies light the cool dark nights

Wild strawberries, raspberries and blueberries
Stained fingers and lips, the tell tale signs of joy
Leaving just enough for winter preserves
While waiting for the apples to ripen and fall

Lying on soft grass staring into starry skies
Northern Lights shifting in midnight breezes
With the Northern Star shining bright
As the Milky Way arches through the night

Buzzing mosquitoes search through the dark
As black flies crawl beneath bed clothes and bite
Late night voices heard from a crystal radio set
“The Shadow” and eerie sounds from outer space

Smell of fresh cut hay drying in the fields
Sitting atop a creaking split rail fence
Waiting for the chance to steer the tractor just once
Getting bored when the opportunity never came

Summer holidays came and went too fast
School busses ran with the September rain
Morning mists shroud the low lying fields
As burning leaves choke the cooling air

Rare autumn warmth and cinnamon float by
Apple, blueberry, rhubarb and pumpkin pie
Ready for giving thanks and the town dance
Wood split and piled, cord next to double cord

Late October looms, trick or treating in the rain
Pillowcases filled with spoils, we run for home
Emptied on the hearth rug, to all an equal share
Rolling thunder echo as autumn storms set in

A leak in the roof–split-splat–into an old sauce pan
Rain pours down; more drops hit the hot cook stove
Sizzling and bubbling, scurrying to the edge, hissing
Protesting the heat and journey through shingled roof

Rain turns to snow and warmth to bitter cold
Trees stand bare having shed their coat of leaves
Shivering in mid-winter winds, covered in snow
A white halo twinkling in mid-morning light

Flakes fall morning, noon and night, collecting
Soft, fluffy snow perfect for snowball fights
Forts made, sides chosen, battles lost and won
Snow continues to fall as days blend and blur

Fresh pine needles carpet bare wooden floors
Their sweet scent foretelling joys of Christmas day
Waking in the early morning to heavy snow falling
With the smell of roast turkey and pumpkin pie

As carols play on the radio, to the tree we all did run
Handmade socks and woollen hats for one and all
Colouring books and Matchbox trucks just for me
Singing songs and feasting all the day long

Sitting by the fire, making toast from wood coals
Strong winds blow as the snow piles up outside
December fades and the pine needles cleared
Warm fires roar as dark nights became colder

In February the days become longer and nights shorter
Sunny days of March warm the thawing ground and trees
Sweet tasting sap starts to rise, tapped and gathered
Boiled down to make sweet golden maple syrup

Exposed rocks, heated by the morning sun
Snakes roused from winter bathe in the warmth
Lilies break the surface and begin to bloom
Leaves sprout as summer rolls round again

No matter how far I go I’ll always remember
The taste of maple sap on frosty spring mornings
The smell of wood smoke lingering in the air
And long summer days and dark autumn nights

Copyright © 2014 Shawn D. Standfast. All rights reserved.

Beckoning with Warmth and Light

The Journey

Strolling through the church yard
Weathered stones, lopsided and grey
Moss covered, aged with beauty
Carved faces, emotive and free

Sun’s bright glare exposing all
Cold winds whisper silently
Huddling close arm in arm
Sitting in the sun side by side

Trees swaying, bowing in the wind
Moss covered, vibrant with life
Aged and worn, beauty in their form
Past shaping, future steadily forward

Exploring streets hand in hand
Timber framed buildings row on row
Ghostly forms watching, guiding
Beckoning with their warmth and light

Greenery surrounds, ever flowing
Shaped by caring, guiding hands
Meandering, forming the path of love
Growing and strengthening with time

Apples ripen and fall silently
No hands to catch or care for
Bruised by falling but whole
Waiting to be embraced and held

The past and sadness overtakes
Yesterday becomes today
Joy mingles in heart’s sigh
Tears flow, relieving tension

Sharing memories of love
Sharing the pain of loss
Sharing hope for the future
Sharing each other arm in arm

Reflecting on what was
Taking time to ponder
Looking at the here and now
Future of wondrous unknown

Knowing each other’s hearts
Embracing and accepting
Moving, enjoying the journey
…our journey…together…

Copyright © 2014 Shawn D. Standfast. All rights reserved.

Misty Reflections

A Hushed Silence

Glistening from a late September rain
The day wakens to early morning gloom
Leaves bustle from ever changing trees
Freed from confines of their existence

Memories of warm summer days fading
As sunlight dims in the near distance
Thoughts return to those days long ago
With tears of laughter as time washes by

Creaking limbs protest as strong winds blow
Whispering tales of what might have been
With the sweet smell of decay enveloping
Autumn air descends with a hushed silence

Shadowed glimpses of changing seasons blur
Misty reflections of a Harvest Moon ripple
Through the echoing sound of rushing water
Searching for the song of autumn’s passing

Copyright © 2014 Shawn D. Standfast. All rights reserved

A Hero’s Farewell

This is a prequel to my other WWI poem Where Once Stood Men

Church Bells Rang

When she spoke her voice was soft and warm
They met at the village church one Sunday morn
Searching for words to say he walked her home
Holding hands, never wanting to leave her side

Cherry blossoms whispered in cool morning breeze
Petals fell, swirling to the ground through silvery mist
A blanket of red and pink covered the muddy ground
The sweet scent filled their nostrils as they passed by

Late spring turned to summer as romance bloomed
Marvelling in her dimples every time she laughed
When the call came he answered, joining with his pals
But now one last night together with the girl he loves

At the village dance they swayed to the music
Arm around his sweetheart, holding her close
Feeling her warmth, her curves, loves first blush
Whispering in her ear, thoughts of her close

Leaving the dance, hand and hand they walked
Up the hill in moonlight as wispy clouds rolled by
Soft music faded into the cool night air below
Village lights flickered as merriment continued

Their last night together before he marched forth
She will give him a precious gift with a promise
She will wait for him as he promises in return
They will marry when he returns home a hero

They came from villages, towns and cities
Farmers, bankers, clerks, students and shop boys
Leaving mothers, fathers, wives and sweethearts
All answering the call of King and Country

From all corners of the land excited whispers ran
And with shouts of joy the church bells rang
A hero’s farewell as soldiers marched to war
A living memento mori shrouded in cheer

Copyright © 2014 Shawn D. Standfast. All rights reserved.