Tag: writing

  • Moon Rising

    Blue moon rising  While animals are devising  Ways to frighten the humans  So they would have no solutions  There will be no compromising 

  • Water Thief

    He was always growing roses  And watered them with the neighbor’s hoses  Never admitting he was a thief  But their interactions have been brief.  As divine intervention imposes 

  • Ghosting

    As the days grew longer  Hearts started to beat stronger  Sunshine softened the haze  Compelling animals out of their daze  Finally allowed to saunter 

  • Home on the Range

    Growing up on the range  Sounds mighty weird and strange  I was born in the city  Where I was used to feeling itty bitty  But now my entire family is completely void of the stock exchange 

  • Betrothed

    The loud hum buzzing of the jet  Bringing a man I had never met  He wanted to marry  The first woman who would carry  Everything he deemed relevant 

  • Desolation

    PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox  I knew there was going to be a problem when the info station was empty.  Complete loneliness overwhelmed my already frayed nerves.  The Park Ranger I had talked to the day before had promised the camp was full and there would be someone here to greet me.  At the moment, the campground seemed to be completely isolated.  No…

  • Unscathed

    PHOTO PROMPT © Peter Abbey  As the sun went down, I knew the problems were only beginning.  The problems the night would bring were so final, I knew I wouldn’t be able to get through them myself.  If only Richard hadn’t backed out at the last minute, I would have a little help in dealing with Samantha.  I knew her obsessions with the ocean…

  • Spree

    The day I hurt my knee  I wanted to go on a shopping spree  Instead, I sat down and cried  When my tears finally dried  I could tell I was finally free 

  • Games

    The only color showing was red  Starting when I was still in bed  Noisy, messy colorful games  Where nobody could remember names  But were all the lies just in my head? 

  • Glasses

    PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot  When I found Derek’s glasses, I knew he was never coming back.  He never left his glasses because without them he was legally blind.  Maybe he had been kidnapped and wasn’t coming back.  Either was fine with me.  I had never loved him and just needed a place away from my family.  And Derek was the first person to give me an…