Tag: writing

  • Spying

    Unidentified objects went flying  Making me believe they were spying  Pictures were taken  Hearts were shaken  Scientists went home crying 

  • New Information

    People now are changing  And often rearranging  Priorities should remain hard and drawn  Not something to be ignored until they are too far gone  But yet no new info is exchanging 

  • Time

    As time slipped in and out  Trying to steer away from the shout  His name would draw attention  The mountain air full of tension  All he needed was the doubt 

  • 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…