Mythical, ticklical, unseen
So they say
I found my unicorn
Lost in the fray
So they say it’s typical
I say it’s possible
It’s surely chanciful
And worthly pausiful
By Lisa Tomey all rights reserved
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Grey Haven
By Lisa Tomey all rights reserved
Stand
By Lisa Tomey Art and Poem all rights reserved
Revealing
Master’s breath
Taking charge of property
Stomping, causing death
Tearing down mighty trees
No more shadows
To hide sins
Revealing truths of the vile
He must demand
This has to stop by will
This is stag life
Bringing pain to stop
Riddled with strife
Canopy will drop
By Lisa Tomey All Rights Reserved
Sunsets Reclaimed
Night mist, sunset
Hollowed log refuge
Focus, sounds of forest
Feelings, “I am refuse”
A water wheel
Would sound splendid
Might just touch her soul
Ascending, before she died
Innocence, never lost
Soul, returned to sender
Results, may he rot
Reclaiming, the true her
By Lisa Tomey All Rights Reserved
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