Eva Rushton

Eva Rushton Jun 2019

Laying upon my berth
In the darkness of a glow
With flame crackling of the hearth
Mr Moon came to my window

He must have known my sadness
Asking me if I wanted to walk
But my mind was saddled with heaviness
As I rolled over not wanting to talk

Oh but Mr moon was beautiful and bright
He tugged at my thought
Walking with him would be a wonderful sight
Finally my attention he caught

So up I get and grab a coat
The air is refreshing crisp
He takes lead and up high floats
He breaks the silence with a lisp

Eva it’s ok , not to be ok
I look up surprise but amused
Then bow my head unsure what to say
To many thoughts , so confused

The moon then ask me
Why I feel so alone
Everyone I say leaves me you see
The moon sighs and I hear a moan

He said he sees all things from high
Alone your not ,he said ,never
Even though I'm up in the sky
I’m here with you forever

That made a smile form on my face
And I looked upward
The clouds part and I see all space
With Mr moon as it’s guard

Written by E. M . Rushton
June 15th 2019 ©️

Jun 2019

n-khrennikov

First Morning

Gray is the perfect picture.
Light and darkness sleep together.
Their wildness share, they create life dreams
to walk ... to touch,
their fragrance to be baptized,
And Love to mourn ... To mourn the feet, hands,
heart,
The sun in the first morning!

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Eva Rushton Jun 2019

Good by Gordon.

One of Our own
Passed a month ago
No warning was known
Of our woe

Tonight we received
His 15 year award
It’s hard to believe
Our volunteer firefighter, to heaven he scored

My heart is heavy tonight. I’m just so sad.

Eva Rushton Jun 2019

Shine On

Does the moon get sad
When the clouds move in and it can’t shine or be seen
No
Because even though we can’t see it it is still shining behind the clouds
Just as all of you my fellow poets
Unbeknown to you , you are always shining not matter what is happening in your life
Your light is a beacon
And I will see it when you can’t.

I appreciate all of my fellow poets and look forward to your writes each day.

Eva Rushton Jun 2019

Today

Wilted
           Weathered
Soul
         Tattered
                        Timestamped
Heart
           Confused
                             Confiscated
Mind
          Exhausted
                            Enfeebled
Body
         And yet when
                                  Laughter
        And
                                   Joy
Walk in all of life’s hardships
Disappear instantly

Eva Rushton Jun 2019

Tune of my heart

The dance came
Not with the beat
Of the music But instead
With the beat of my heart

Written by E.MRushton

Eva Rushton Jun 2019

The waiting game

I’m sitting
Staring
Searching
For words
Hidden deep in my mind
Waiting
To be released
Like
That of a caged
Tiger
With the smell
Of its prey!
Yes
You are my prey
I write
Waiting
to see
If you will
Run
Or stop
And read what
I am thinking.
The release is forthcoming
I am waiting
Staring

Written by E. M Rushton
June 132019