Monday, January 26, 2015

A Dawning Realisation...In 50 Words #Fi50

A Dawning Realisation
by MR aka Naila Moon of the Grey Wolf 
Jan. 23, 2015
All Rights Reserved

Quietly contemplating the entire situation, she hoped to gain some momentum to stand up. She nursed her bruised arm as she held it close. Her face began to swell as blood ran down her neck. In that dawning realisation, she knew he would never touch her again or die trying!

Sunday, December 7, 2014

Quoted Quilts...A poem (Reposted from April 2014)

Quoted Quilts
By MR aka Naila Moon
All rights reserved 2014

Quietly I quilted quotes on a Spring day.
Stitching gently without a quirk.
Quintuplet quotes spread across the quilt.

My hands did not quiver,
But ran smoothly in a quick pace.

No one quibbled about my quotes upon my quilt,
And I am sure you will not either.

For you are quite content
To watch my quest,
To finish my quality of quoted quilts.
For I am the queen of them.

Thursday, August 28, 2014

Gone by MR aka Naila Moon...a poem

by M.R. aka Naila Moon of the Grey Wolf

I have a hurt so entrenched
That my soul cries.

Does not begin to describe
My pain.

I had hoped
For a better outcome
Suffering seems to be
My life.

Why cannot I have love
Be loved?

Why do thing always seem
One sided?

Why do I have to feel
Rejected again?


I have been subjected to
Being stabbed in the heart.

I feel like
My happiness

Friday, February 14, 2014

The Song of Love...a poem

The Song of Love
By MR aka Naila Moon
All Rights Reserved Feb. 14, 2014

My heart beats like a song played over and over.
You are my lover, my chosen one.

You manage to pluck the strings just right,
So my soul soars like that of an eagle.

A song raises within me
Hopeful to be with you.

Oh, how it sings!
The notes rise higher and higher
As your love for me grows in syncopated breaths.

Ah, how lovely that is.
Sweet purity in voice,
And total beauty.

Oh, how I love you.


Tuesday, January 7, 2014

Writer's Block...a poem

Writer's Block
By MR aka Naila Moon
All rights reserved January, 7, 2014

Looking down at the blank sheet
I saw

How could this be?
I know the letters can form

I know that the words
Can form

Yet, here I am.
My way through this.

Why me?
Why now?

I must break through.
I must have ink to the paper.
I must form the words.
I must...

Oh, failure!

Monday, September 23, 2013

Untitled Poem about Remorse...

Photo and Poem By:MR...aka Naila Moon
All rights reserved 2013

Looking out onto the river,
her tears flowed freely.
It had been not even a year ago.
"How could it be true?" she questioned herself.
"How can I look at them again?"
The answers weren't there.
Only sadness and a solemnness with the smooth running water. 
Her eyes filling up with tears again,
continued speaking out into the air as if someone was there
to hear her cries.
"What have I done?"
"What can I do to remove this pain?" she cried out.
No answers came because the truth was...
the cancer had returned.
All she could do was pray.
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Wednesday, September 11, 2013

.A Nation Wept...In Memory of Sept. 11th

A Nation Wept
In Memory of Sept. 11th
By Michelle R. aka Naila Moon
copyright Sept. 11, 2013/All rights reserved

A nation wept

The Mothers
The Fathers
The Children
The Unborn.

A nation wept

The tears of horror
The tears of loss
The tears of fear
The tears of unbelief.

A nation wept

In huddles
In aloneness
In solitude
In mass.

A nation wept

Moments of brokenness
Moments of insecurity
Moments of anger
Moments of togetherness.

A nation wept

Then bolstered
Then resolved
Then rebuilt
Then remembered.

A nation wept no more.