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Imrogue

Imrogue

Man-Eater

 
 
In the darkness
she lets out roars
as she succumbs
to her weakness
 
Her savage thoughts
have diminished
like watered-down
fire in the night.
 
She lays in shame—
Awakened by
Crepuscular
ray piercing through—
 
Her head hangs low,
She roams alone
in wilderness
as she chooses.
 
Now with new stance,
head and chin high—
she catapults
the other way—

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Autres oeuvres par Imrogue...
Good Tidings

Good Tidings By: Imrogue Bring good tidings this Season th… Chaotic minds, may peace come to y… Hope in hearts embrace it well,
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Under The Aratiles Tree

Up on the Aratiles tree, the little girl shouted to thee. “Red berries are now ready, get the basket, come and see!” Under the Aratiles tree,
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Tumbleweed

In time, I leave my place... Detaching connection from the base… Pulling away is my norm To defy and not to conform. The 'wind witch’ is on the roll,
Carved Words and a Dagger

You carved your words into my heart— You may release the dagger now
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Beautiful Voice

Lost in my deep, sweet reverie, beautiful voice singing a song... accompanied
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The Frog Prince (Haiku)

Sitting on the rock, Continued his pleading croaks. Princess, where are you?
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Picture –Perfect Happiness

Saturday visit to the marina was a lovely reminder of yesterday… We were greeted with handsome craf… Each tide’s rise and fall lulled t… crafts like babes in cradles
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Old Clock

Click, clack, click, clack Lonely click-clacks of this old cl… Above the column of this room, Recessed to the wall as if entombe… I held the key to wind the clock
Turn Me Into A Driftwood

Turn me into a driftwood... to drift towards the shore. On the sand I’ll lay; Don’t let waves carry me away. When the sun comes up,
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...She Writes...

scrabmled words in her head ss-stut– tering, garbled
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The Sight Of It All

Checkered pieces of land can be seen from above... million puzzles: pieces in green, red and brown flats, stitched together
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Borrowed Time

Borrowed Time By: Imrogue In time, memories fade... but, I… Some memories may pain me and some… We are graced with borrowed time a…
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Solitude. Recollection of Vigen, Limousin, by Jean-Baptiste-Camille Corot
In Your Solitude

You are a swan with grace kissed by moonbeam— Casting your reflection upon a tranquil lake in this glorious summer night.
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Silence In A Long Day's Event

In the hallway, she sat in her cha… as if waiting for someone to ackno… The blank stare and weary look in… manifested long lived years. Her thin lips almost drawn to a sl…
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Redirection

Hypnotizing sways of pendulum fade away from my vision. Transcending world of one’s dark epoch, caught in a turbulence… Evil—goodness—
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