The Old Lovers: Magnetic Poetry



Robert Vonnoh, “Lingering Rain” Public Domain, Wikipedia Commons

Recall, she says,

we watched the moon


and time stopped

as shadow mist played


above the blue forest.

What was it you wanted?



The sea?


A dream of if—

lives on for us, my love,


like the smell of spring rain

as sun shines through it.


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From today’s visit to the Oracle.







Shadows of the Almost-There: Yeats Challenge, Day 2

A late second day of Jane Dougherty’s Yeats Challenge. I probably won’t be doing every day, but I do  love these quotations. Here is today’s:

“… the dark folk who live in souls
Of passionate men, like bats in the dead trees;” —W.B. Yeats

For this second Yeats’ challenge, I’ve used Jane’s poetic form, but added a rhyme and borrowed her regret. I seem stuck on shadows lately.


In the darkening of the day

spirits linger, not far away

in the shadow of almost-there

joy and despair


Beyond the trees, perhaps within

the tortured souls, the denizens

like bats they wait for dark of night

fearing the light


Perhaps you wonder who they be

perhaps they’re you, perhaps they’re me

within our passion, dwells the dark

a drop, a spark


of evil lurks within, we hold

good, but some are poisoned and fold,

lured by passion, fear, doubt, and hate

goodness in their souls, they negate–

regret too late