Status: Deluge

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You want to know my secrets,

to spill the words over you

like shimmering water to quench flowers in the park

But some secrets should stay secret

Some waters should remain still

for when they begin to trickle,

they may just spew on the page

and splash up in your face

Raging jets of hurt

that will not be curbed

Once the storm has begun,

you can't stop the thunder

So step carefully

in this yard

or you may find yourself 

knee deep in water.

submitted for the Sunday Whirl, Wordle 112

Dangerous Things

Hodnot Spring House, Leakin Park, Baltimore, MD

Deep in the woods where black gum grow

Where children should not go

We have a place that is our own

The grown ups never know

When we go back into our woods

Adult rules don't belong

What we do we do as one

and we are never wrong

Some things you just don't speak of

Some things best left unsaid

You keep some secrets your whole life

They die on your death bed

The gang it always will protect

We watch out for our pack

But if you strike out on your own

you better watch your back

What we see in the woods that day

No one knows what's true

In the creek lay silently

a man that we all knew

Around his head the blood it pools

an accident we said

We leave him there right in the creek

Cause we know dead is dead

 

Some things you just don't speak of

Some things best left unsaid

You keep some secrets your whole life

They die on your death bed

(inspired by the book The Most Dangerous Thing by Laura Lippman)

Demons of the Night

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Beware the demons of the night

They come to haunt the faded blooms

They whisper curses in your ear

You can't escape when the demons are near

Beware the demons of the night

They're long of tooth and white of hair

They wear your scars as their costume

Long buried secrets they cruelly exhume

Beware the demons of the night

They know what scares you most of all

Affairs, divorce, their eyes can see

Perhaps it's middle age ennui?

Beware the demons of the night

Lock them in the closet tight

Be a good wife, don't make a fuss

Brew up the coffee, put the kids on the bus.

submitted for Thursday Think Tank #45 Secrets at Poets United