Space, empty and blackTravelers through nothingnessDeath is a journey The plush faux leather chair made noise with every movement. They didn’t understand his fascination. They being everyone. He even had the smell of leather imparted into the fabric. Dead cow. He remembered the words said in disgust, almost like a slur, from the ambassador’s interpreterContinue reading “Travelers Through Nothingness”
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Winter’s Beginning Ends
The evening’s moon shone upon the newly fallen snowMy love lay beneath itFresh as the breath of a new dawn, pure white in colorNo trace of the stain of my tearsI fear to tread upon it, to mar such perfect a blanketYet the words echoThe reflection of the moon’s light pales and dims in memoryTheyContinue reading “Winter’s Beginning Ends”
With Grace I’ve Been Fed
I’ve been hungry. Not just a mere inconvenienceHunger as a presenceA dinner companion as you salivate over a slice of breadSo it is not with grace that I bless this foodBut in knowing it’s graceThat I have been fed. This was for a dVerse prompt: Pen us a poem of precisely 44 words (not countingContinue reading “With Grace I’ve Been Fed”
Is This Not Love?
Look around you, it lays there among the clutter and mess,The tidy corners and cleaned spills.There, where dirty socks used to lay or lay still, There, where footsteps left their imprints from the rain.Is this not love?As I sit alone in the warmth of the bed where your body did layAs I sit across fromContinue reading “Is This Not Love?”
That Which Lay Beneath
“Hello Afrael.” “Hello Sir Dragon, Yeon.” “Why so formal Afrael? Your lips forget what they have kissed,” said Yeon, smiling broadly. “You were not in that form,” said Afrael. His cheeks took a slightly redder hue but his eyes remained fixed. “Would you prefer this?” asked Yeon, shapeshifting into a tall middle aged half elfContinue reading “That Which Lay Beneath”
If I Could Not Touch You
If I could never touch you again, I’d lose my will. I could not go, on or through. I’d crumble where I stood. Who could stand such cruelty? Who would do such a thing? How could I stand to look at you, knowing my hands could not feel your body again?I’d remember the feel ofContinue reading “If I Could Not Touch You”
Flower Waiting
Petals closed in sleepWinter winds over the groundFlowers hibernateWaiting for spring sunTo awaken sleeping eyesClimb up through the groundSay hello to warmthSay hello to new sunshineSay goodbye winterFlower waiting sleepsTo awaken in the spring This is from a dVerse prompt: So today, I’d like you to pen us a poem that includes some form ofContinue reading “Flower Waiting”
Which Makes Our Wicked Loving Ways Sublime
Marveling at a love so fairI hold her hand in mineHer eyes meet me where I amA love true, pure and divineWhich makes our wicked loving ways sublimeFlirtatious flutters of her lashes,Lashes of her whip tailed witCut deep, so sweet, so many times;I look so forward to it.Marveling at a love so fair.Her skin soContinue reading “Which Makes Our Wicked Loving Ways Sublime”
I yam who I yam
How do you keep silentOn a cold winter’s dayLike the snores of a snakeHibernating in some forgotten hole?Do you bury your head? A gopher in a field or Perhaps an ostrich in the sand,Your head buried like treasure.It’s the polite thing to do,To say nothing,When inside your head Spins a running commentaryLike a golf tournamentAnnouncerContinue reading “I yam who I yam”
Winter or Spring
Imaginary/Lines that make borders seem realCommunication“So what did it say? More winter or early spring?”“Which one?”“What do you mean which one? The little rodent in the ground. Pops out, sees his shadow, boom, more snow or doesn’t and bam, sunshine and flowers. The groundhog.”“Yes but which groundhog? The Canadian or the American?”“What do I careContinue reading “Winter or Spring”
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