Witch of a Women

Never one to shun her witchy evil side,

she embraced it that Halloween night,

she enveloped it,

sealed it,

placed it safe, deep down inside..

but even there, her

wickedness she could not hide.

She cackled, and stepped out from a haystack,

where in she did reside.

A dreamy nightmarish blur of black she became,

swooshing and swerving through the midnight sky,

leaving a trail of soot to fall in each bystanders eye.

She terrorized she threatened,

making little goblins and angels cry.

So hungry for evil,

her soul was

hard to satisfy.

Not until the sun came up,

did she back to her haystack fly.

Happy Halloween to all! Enjoy this spooky, dreadfully frightening season!

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My playthings

A room with a breeze,

with a feeling,

Created from a wish

Floating from a prayer.

Where you dance softly

Moving about,

a peaceful whisper

caressing your brow.

These are recent attempts at photomanipulation. I used a stock photo for the women in the first picture from Lisajen on deviant art.

The second..the set of eyes, is from Mariastock.

The road less traveled

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveller, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood,

and I--

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference...

Robert Frost

Of Dolls and Houses

Of dolls and houses
of childhood dreams

Of ghouls and monsters
to the naked eye unseen.

Of a voice soft as velvet
to take you from a scary scene

Whispers there is nothing
that will ever hide
under your bed.
An arm around you
a story book read.

Of fairy wings, my puppy dogs tail.
A plastic tub boat
in it I set sail,
knowing she will stand strong,
should I ever fail.

Shadows

They can be spooky and mysterious. Funny thing though..without light

we would not have them. It is a fine balance between what you want to see, the light, the darkness, or the blending of them both.

Recently...

I found myself walking through the dark forest,

and it seemed so endless.

I caught my breathe at the tiniest ray of light,

and marveled as the foliage seemed to rise up to meet it.

Reaching towards a warmth that is seemingly uninvited by

the otherwise dark, moss covered halls of the woodland.

There are time when I feel like it is okay, just to blend in with the shadows. The things you learn can be priceless. The peace I feel is worth the darkness. A quiet mind can be just as joyful there, as being in the sun.

Let others come out into the light, and enjoy its soft, warm touch.

Smile quietly behind them, in your own forest of shadows.

Was it chance, was it luck, that I looked that way? I felt like I was very lucky to be able to see the sun shining through these leaves. They will never look exactly that way again, and I felt blessed to see them at that moment, and even more blessed to be able to capture it.

Carosels and Dreams

Carosels and Dreams

Both taking you round and round.

Stopping at any, unknown random point,

to show you a new and different view of a

particular landscape.

(sidenote! These pictures aren't showing well on my blog page or maybe because of the smaller size I use on blogger. So, click on each for a better view!)

Hiding

Hiding

Tucked away safely

in my own little field of dreams.

I climb under the canvas,

hoping to remain unseen.

Hiding

Covering up

with the outside of my thoughts.

Alone,

tucked inside,

far and away,

a haven for a mind

overwrought.

(Image of girl by LisaJen.)