• Dull

    As I rack my brain  Remembering life with you.  Now cold.  Sullen.  Done. 

  • Creation

    On the eve of my art show – the art show that would decide the rest of my life – I saw a ghost.  Or at least the closest thing to a ghost as I could get.  Donnie had disappeared from my life two days before we were to get married.  Disappeared without a word…

  • Ed

    When the horse jumped the fence  He said “Why so dense?”  His name was Ed  He wanted a new bed  The only thing that made any sense. 

  • Moving On

    Stranded without my  Lifeline.  Teetering.  Empty.  How do I move on? 

  • Crooked

    Lying crooked is  The glaring problem hanging  From the deep blue sky 

  • Dance

    I never wanted to see the show  But I want you to know    If I had the chance  I would ask you to dance  So everyone could see you glow 

  • You

    Depression sinks in  While happiness flies away  Just like you left me 

  • Toxic

    Nobody cared about my reputation  Only about toxic flirtation  In wanting to create  I determined myself to be great  Only adding to their frustration 

  • Murmurs

    In the twilight of winter evenings  Dark and shambling  Weaving about in all that nothingness  Is that of pines and twitching leaves  Three thousand miles of nothing  Earth exhales her scent  Throaty little murmurs  Lying easy under the sun

  • Shining

    PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook  The bright sun told me he was there.  That he was watching.  A promise kept, but more often than not, it was a promise broken.  My uncle said he would always be here for me.  Would always have my back.  But now, I only felt his presence when the sun…