Marcy was a woman who had much strength and skill To make her life worth living, to do just as she will Back in the beginning before the flashback came She used the bag of money to gas the pseudo flame The slit in her tight timeline prevented many things The purlieu of her homestead developed yellow rings Although a nifty idea she didn’t want to see How playing a card like the red ace was how her life should be. And so she put the cards back and looked up toward the sky The future she was holding was her pressing reason why.
I tried to write something for the prompts yesterday but nothing was coming to me, so I closed the computer lid and walked away. I came back today with a fresh set of hands and eyes and this is what I got!?
Can you picture a person in the fresh open air looking up at a plane and you follow their stare It’s a plane on a stick and the stick in the ground My head is now spinning around and around. The essence of pleasure has been taken away It takes one to know one, is what they all say But whether indigenous or found far from here My investigation is becoming quite clear There’s a scroll at the base with a tiny rosette I barely could take notice of words that were set on the thin little paper rolled up with a bow What it might say, I don’t really know. My endeavor is over, my looking is done This plane won’t fly far, it’s just there for fun I envisage myself walking quickly away But I might come to check this some other day.
KL Caley hosts #writephoto For visually challenged writers, the image shows a sign in the foreground with the words ‘Den Building’ on it. In the background is a den made of leaves and branches.
Hiding in a den Hidden from the light Eyes glow in the darkness Giving us a fright No sounds but little ticking from clocks around our wrists Looking for an exit our minds and fears entwist light slowly encroaches diminishing our fears Sounds of puppy panting is music to our ears.
For visually challenged writers, the image shows a pavilion with people flying kites around it.
Perfect ending to the day the clouds are rolling in Children fly their kites so high The highest kite will win. But perfect days must end sometime and going home’s a must They’ll be back again one day In that they truly trust!
For visually challenged writers, the image shows an island across a stretch of water. Upon which you can see some ruins and a white lighthouse.
Some days are harder than others and today is a difficult one. I don’t know what triggers the hard days. I suppose I need this writing to clear my head. Thanks for reading.
For someday I may see you there Standing in the open air Not a figment not a phase Just my son, the one I’d raised For now I wait and cry instead I can’t get sad out of my head Some days are easy some are not I try to be thankful for what I’ve got It doesn’t seem fair to those who live that I don’t have as much to give a part of me was lost that night When you were taken out of sight.
It wasn’t much farther but Bethany didn’t know if her legs would get her there. She had been walking for so long that she hadn’t realized she was almost home. Just a few more steps…By now she had blisters on both heels from her cheap sneakers and an ache in each of her big toes from that horrible pedicure she had spent way too much on. Why didn’t she think of these things before she left? It didn’t matter now. In a few dreaded steps up she would enter the alley that led her to her door. She couldn’t wait to get in bed and forget this whole thing had happened.
Ode to the tree that stands high on the hill holding the moon in its branches. Ode to the clouds that float right by the tree holding the moon in the sky. Ode to the setting sun that sets in the west holding a bit of sunlight for the moon.
Layers of darkness Life moves slowly around us Sharing the sun’s light
As the storm clouds began to roll over the low range mountains, we could hear the silence and the smell of moss and fresh cut grass filled our nostrils and our minds, reminding us that this green comes when the clouds roll in.
Clouds roll on the land Covering the ground with life Fear was never here.
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