Tag: writing

  • Phone Call

    When the man answered the phone  He thought he was alone  He probably would have said  His wife should be dead  When he saw me, all he could do was moan. 

  • Stranded

    PHOTO PROMPT © Jennifer Pendergast  As I looked to the vaulted ceiling, stained glass and lights, I thought about what my life would be like if I wasn’t stranded.  In this church.  I had come to town with good intentions, but even the best intentions don’t always turn out.  My idea of a new life bit the dust as soon as I arrived.  Only because Ted was here.  I knew he…

  • Betrayed

    All I wanted to know was why  Why did he have to lie  His promises went unnoticed  Why was he so focused  I knew I shouldn’t cry 

  • 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