The Wild Rose

The Wild Rose

A solitary wild rose,
Just growing where it ought not.
Ragged and unmanaged;
Not quite meant for a rose plot.
So here it calls it’s home,
This lonely and unfitting spot.

A loving gardener,
With a touch and eyes so rare.
Stumbles upon the wild rose;
Finding it worse for the wear.
Seeing it in it’s plight,
Touched with a need for care.

A solitary wild rose,
Shaped by perseverance.
Never meant to survive,
Does by spite of appearance.
No one would miss the rose,
Upon it’s Disappearance.

A loving gardener,
Who sees beauty through pain,
Gives the wild rose attention,
More gratifying than rain.
For the rose will protect,
Keep the rose from being slain.

A solitary wild rose,
Becomes beautiful in bloom.
Embraced by the love;
The gardeners care its womb.
The rose offers back its gift,
Filling the air with perfume.

A loving gardener,
Lots of roses they have known.
But not one like this rose,
With adversity it’s grown.
With disadvantages,
Still to the world beauty shown.


A solitary wild rose,
Finding care so long sought.
A loving gardener,
Finding beauty raw not wrought.
Harmonious balance;
Together with out distraught.

G.Langmoore, November 27, 2010
© Copyright 2010 Gabrielle Langmoore. All rights reserved. 

A Letter To The Lion

A Letter To The Lion.

Dearest Lion,

    I had to write you this,
Simply just had to show,
Although you gave me hurt,
Bravery I now Know.
Encounters we have had,
Scars left with every blow,
I tried to escape you,
But as always too slow,

To you Lion,

I owe all that I am,
Not that credit is due,
Your intent my demise,
Not to build but subdue,
Through relentless stalking,
My courage only grew,
In face to face battles,
My strengths became true,

In you Lion,

I faced all of my fears,
Learned to cast away doubt,
Learned to heal my wounds,
Learned to go without,
Learned to hold my head,
Minus mighty kings clout,
Learned how to survive,
Just what life was about,

From you Lion,

I have got many a gift,
By acts not from your heart,
With pain and suffering,
Those gifts you did impart,
Teaching me oh so well,
From now back to the start,
Some people truly say,
Your greatest work of art,

To you Lion,

I now must say goodbye,
Bury you in sands of past,
I have learned to distance,
Learned to move so fast,
Once I was so afraid,
Now I know I will outlast,
Between then and future,
There is a new contrast,

Thank you Lion,

Though you have wounded me,
Those wounds in time will heal,
Though you had weakened me,
A greater strength I  feel,
You tried hard to kill me,
But myself was revealed,
All you truly accomplished,
Was build me by ordeal,

With love despite your way,
Sincerely,
Your always elusive prey

                                                              Written by G.Langmoore Nov 2010

© Copyright 2010 Gabrielle Langmoore. All rights reserved. 

The Last Light

The Last Light

When I came into this place,

Light was my welcome,

My mentor of no face,

Darkness wants me to succumb,

Of that I wished no taste,

So I simply began to run.

I left the place of my beginning,

Immediately set upon by storm,

A battle raged with no winning,

Light  kept me safe and warm,

Darkness kept the plots spinning,

Yet light would not let it swarm.

O’er treacherous cliff and crag,

I followed light... full of hope,

Darkness followed in drag,

Light had taught me to cope,

Yet darkness came quick as a stag,

keeping my Aura in the scope.

Light brought me through a river,

By which darkness lost our track,

Seeking refuge a sanctuary giver,

Stumbled upon a meadow through a crack,

From darkness a temporary deliver,

Only time before darkness doubled back.

Then one day a horrid sound,

Light held in place urging me to flee,

This sanctuary darkness had found,

I ran... the battle I did not see,

I kept going not knowing where bound,

Wandering till light caught up with me,

Again to broken country we came,

Light negotiating a path through,

Managing some how to keep me sane,

This only made darkness’s anger brew,

While light remained calm with refrain,

A student of lights’ wisdom I grew.

I aged gracefully with light looking on,

Always moving with darkness in tail,

Fearing someday light would be gone,

That I would be left... only to fail,

That darkness would capture dawn,

Leaving no one behind to tell a tale.

Many moons had long since passed,

While I developed lights’ strength,

There were skirmishes in the past,

With darkness going to any length,

All did not matter the die was cast,

At the future I was filled with angst,

Around myself grew grey and cold,

Light slowly losing it’s ground,

To darkness’s power many fold,

While light became less found,

Till the darkness grew bold,

Light cornered... darkness abound,

Of this day light had told.

With light weak came the attack,

Darkness was here its finally come,

Light was valiant trying to fight back,

Louder the sound of darkness’s drum,

An army of size lights' only lack,

The war was over darkness had won.

I cried while Light died in my arms,

Then I cried alone in the black space,

Light was loving... never did no harm,

Yet everyone let light leave this place,

Darkness now the worlds only charm,

A cry to heaven as I kiss light’s face.

This war has been completely lost,

I alone against the darkness it seems,

I am to small to endure the cost,

To small to bid farewell to a dream,

I am worn, beaten and full of exhaust,

From my eye has been taken the gleam,

Unable to bear this lonely fate,

I take a sword an fall on the blade,

The last light leaves on this date,

All hope for this place fully slayed,

It fell to darkness at a quick rate,

If only for light I would have stayed.

When I arrived there at first,

My only welcome was light,

We left the place it was cursed,

Forever in darkness and night,

Gone was my taste and thirst,

To leave there was only right.

As I walk among what I knew,

I see light at the end of a corridor,

With me towards it walk a few,

Those of us who light was for,

Those of us to light are true,

We who found light once more.

Written by Gabrielle Langmoore Oct. 10, 2010

© Copyright 2010 Gabrielle Langmoore. All rights reserved.