Where are you going?
.
Rippling waves
Lap against
The worn and
Creaking
Wooden skiff
.
He does not
Answer my
Question
Extending a hand
.
I know the exact amount
I know the payment required
.
A tarnished silver coin
Cold
Pale eyes
He looks through my soul
.
Where are you going?
I wrote this in response to The Free Revoltions Prompt Challenge! Be sure to check out the theme for Issue 2! Photo by Jack Anstey on Unsplash
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Lost
Closing my eyes
And breathing
In
For a moment
I recalled the person,
Place and thing
That I needed to find
.
I have been awake for
Hours
And still have yet
To find a doorway
To enter
.
Ask and receive?
Where is my maker?
The night closes in
And I still have
Oil burning in
My lamp
.
Blinking and seeing
The place
Where I’ve arrived
And I am not sure
If this
Is where I was meant to
be.
Oh the joys of living and wondering, thinking and being. I have wondered about my life lately and seeming have come up with no answers to my questions. But maybe by asking the questions, I will start to understand the journey. Photo by Ronald Cuyan on Unsplash
My rose
Clothly, dire
Draped red sapphires
And I whisper in your ear
Do you taste the velvet
Crushed under my
Finger tips?
.
Resting
Smoothly, delicate
Donned carpet petals
And I see the deep lust
in the every gasp and
breath
.
Crisp and clean
Savory and satisfying
.
I claim
You
My rose
A forgotten poem I wrote a few months ago. I wan’t originally going to share it but after some time away, I decided to post it. Photo by Biel Morro on Unsplash
Tout le monde
Tout le monde
Will hear and see
Your voice
Traveling
To new depths and heights
Mon cherie
.
Parce je t’aime
Tout les choses
That you represent
New beginnings
And new endings
With you
.
Qu’est-ce que tu voudrais?
Your eyes
My hands
On your heart
And I wonder how
Our love will
Bloom
.
Tout le monde
Will see my love
The words
From my lips
And they will
Understand
.
New beginnings
And new endings
Avec
mon amour
After a month’s hiatus, I am back! I am more determined than ever to schedule and write this month! This peice is a continuation in language study and playing with ideas and phrases that you cannot find in English. Photo by Stephane Ben8 on Unsplash
Welcome toPromote Yourself Monday. All Go Dog Go Cafe community members are invited to postonelink to one specific piece of their writing (600 words or less please!) they have published on their blog, Facebook page, or Instagram feed into the comments section below.
Welcome toPromote Yourself Monday. All Go Dog Go Cafe community members are invited to postonelink to one specific piece of their writing (600 words or less please!) they have published on their blog, Facebook page, or Instagram feed into the comments section below.
In a land far away from here
A bright sun shone across the sky
In a place where rivers run clear
I found rest ‘neath the branches high
Babbling brooke and streams that cry
Softly to me, and here I claim
My heart and soul that seem to fly
The sweet summer breeze calls my name
.
Resting in the easy light place
My eyes close and I deeply breathe
Remembering the time and space
For life, loss and the river Lethe
Where I see the faded paths seethe
Into unknown patterns of shame
I see the floating flowered wreaths
The sweet summer breeze calls my name
.
Begin again, reckoning heart
Do not believe the tired lies
That crumble under the green start
Of a bright new day, if the cries
Of the newborn end with sunrise
How can we say there’s one to blame
For even the red robin flies
The sweet summer breeze calls my name
.
While asleep, while awake, I dream
As if my hope was to be tamed
I lift my eyes to the light beam
The sweet summer breeze calls my name
After a LONG while, I finally finished this ballade poem! This poetic form is very beautiful but a bit difficult for my free form poetic ways! I was very happy with how this form challenged me to count and rhyme. Thanks Donna for introducing me to the form! Be sure to check out the orignal post and see how other’s responded to the form! Photo by Sixteen Miles Out on Unsplash
“Quick around the bend!” Margy shouted. She held her breath. Somehow these races always got the best of her usually reserved character. Her friend Peggy screamed next to her, ”AROUND THE BEND YOU FOOL!!” Peggy’s hat and composure fell on the ground but she didn’t care. She grabbed Margy’s hand and started jumping.
“I can’t see! I can’t see Margy!” Peggy’s face was reddening under the sun and the excitement. Margy looked down and realized they were sitting on a bench. The perfect substitute for a stool.
“Let’s stand on this bench Peggy! Quick up and up before they finish!” She grabbed Peggy’s hand and lifted her onto the bench. A man behind them loudly complained about not being able to see the track any longer. Peggy didn’t even hear him. She was jumping and waving her hands.
“Margy! HE’S WINNING! MY BABY’S AHEAD!” Margy knew Peggy was referencing her favorite horse, not her biological child. Peggy was so wrapped up in the race, Margy just had to smile. Every year they went to the races together, bet on horses and had a wonderful time.
“MARGY! HE’S WON THE RACE! FIRST PLACE TO MY BABY!!!”
Margy laughed and said “He did it for you Peggy!”
This short story was inspired by the Secret Attic “Picture this” challenge! I had a lot of fun writing and responding to this one. I probably could have taken it a bit farther but as with most of my writing, I like to end it before it gets started… I would like to write more short fiction and hope to sit down this month and finally work on some vignettes for my children’s story!
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Also to those that regularly read my writing, you may have wondered where I ventured to since I have not posted recently. With the Easter holiday and other springtime fun, I took a break from writing. This month, I hope to get stuck into writing again. For when I write, I feel so much better. Writing has been a comforting self-care activity for so long now, I want to make sure that I keep at it. Thanks for your support!
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Welcome toPromote Yourself Monday. All Go Dog Go Cafe community members are invited to postonelink to one specific piece of their writing (600 words or less please!) they have published on their blog, Facebook page, or Instagram feed into the comments section below.
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