it is always youwhoholds the powerto awakenme Brought to you by this Ragtag Daily Prompt... And feeling very deeply some F. Scott Fitzgerald vibes.
It was no small amount of frustration waiting for doors to open but sometimes the right doors are only found at the end of a very long hallway. Brought to you by this Ragtag Daily Prompt.
Soft words like breezes Whisper tenderly and leave Footprints in the soul Brought to you by this Ragtag Daily Prompt.
Things were complicated No one wants to stay whereThings are unhappyToxic and unfulfilling But all too often Excuses are foundWith reasons to stay When the reasons to stay Should be to stay healthy Brought to you by this Ragtag Daily Prompt.
It was intoxicating The woodfire smoke Curling up in ringletsFrom the small stone circleFlames dancing softly The soft breeze blowingShaking golden leaves of the aspen treesLike so many oversized sequinsTinkling like little bells The sound of little drops of waterFalling through the canopyLayer by layer to the groundAnd into the fog below The woodsy, organic … Continue reading Woodsy
It was all an illusionStepfordly soThe perfect coupleThe happy family snapshotsWhen other people were aroundThe smoke and mirrors ruled"I love you sweetheart," was spokenColdly, without emotion,The words were right But the feeling behind themWas completely wrongBut when there wasNo one else aroundThe truth was painfully obviousThat there was no loveNot anymorePerhaps not everAnd no bandaids … Continue reading Illusion
The Big Top is on fireAs the Ringmaster runs amuckTrying to convince the crowdThat he's not a schmuck He yells and calls and screams and kicks,Gesticulating wildly,Insisting anything gone wrongShould all be taken mildly He's not responsible for mayhemed thingsHap'ning under the gazeOf his podium in center ringAnd the Big Top all ablaze The monkeys … Continue reading The Big Top on Fire
Mercury rising Sun turns his face upon me I melt in the glow Haiku
Summertime The season of growth Verdant green fields Filled with wildflowers And lovers on adventures Warm sunlit days Swaying in the hammock Lying in the sun Sand and smiles with the Saucy *shush* of the silver waves Life and laughter lighting up Little gatherings of lovers Instead became The season of death Turning light to … Continue reading Summer of Darkness
Sitting in the top of the house Rocking the chair in the open window Watching the lights of buildings Along the near horizon Slowly disappear Through sheets of rain Illuminated momentarily As if from behind In lightning flashes While windows shudder At the clap The tempest rages Winds howling Until the bolts tire Of their … Continue reading Peace