Sherlocked, Still

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I wanted the mystery
I’m not the only one
It’s still there, waiting
And it never runs
Nor tries to hide

So I spy
Sometimes unintentionally
With my little hoping eye
And see
Intrigue smile at me — what glee!

Thankful for such prophecy
This jubilant rush
Calls with none notice
And we run…and we see
Magnificat unlocked

Inspiration Credit: Psalm 103:1; “Bless the LORD, O my soul, and all that is within me, bless His holy name!”

We Sleuth

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Whether ink or lead
Or in aerosoled hue
I own thee, my friend
Placed my mark upon you

It’s your fault, inspirer
You’ve caused my daydream
Your borderless pages
From which you Love-scream

Never stop speaking
Such fanciful truth
I fight with you, write with you
Together we sleuth

(Original Thought Credit:
“Books make excellent companions.”
-James Howe)

Silk Sherlock

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It was something like silk
In the same shade of green 
As the rings ’round my eyes
Whose flecks match the flowers in yours

And I wondered whether
It’d wow other women
(Which it did)
But-it-seems-to-have-wowed-you-too

Now laced within these lines
An invitation to investigate
If it is indeed
Silk
Sherlock