Tender midnight spray
Tapping concrete and metal
Tires drag in the distance
Midnight Spray
The City’s Lullaby
Window eye level
City lights blurring
Greens into yellows
Yellows into Whites
Hypnotic, lulling me
Somewhere into myself
A late post today. Spent most of the day in the city and this is what I wrote on my commute home.
Mother Nature in the Concrete Jungle
A little thunder
Shaking the concrete jungle
Is Mother Nature
Jabbing her elbow in my
Ribs, reminding me what’s real
We’re in Paradise
“We’re in paradise,” they said. “Unhappiness doesn’t exist here.”
As they smiled and ruffled my hair,
I felt darkness overtake
The last bastions of light
In my soul.
“Yes,” I said. “We’re in paradise.”
Picture by: Gerald Friedrich
It’s Odd Not Feeling
It’s odd not feeling. It’s like having a tight ball sit above the heart, its form writhing like a baby in the womb. Desperate for air. For life. When that ball unwraps itself, something bursts out and fills me despite my pleas.
It’s them, I realize as they incapacitate me. It’s them. The feelings. They’re back.
They’re like a rapid
Current plummeting the shore
A merciless force
Written for: Patrick Jennings’ Rapid ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #169, Pix to Words.
Photo by: Patrick Jennings
Because it Needed to Soar
When I untied my heartstrings,
Better Judgement snarled. “Why?”
I answered: “Because it needed to soar.”
Photo by Erik Witsoe via Unsplash
Written for Sonya’s Three Line Tales, Week 125, Only 100 Words
The Great Struggle
Ideas are like the wind
Brushing our arms,
But hiding from sight
Pounding on frosted glass,
Demanding to be noticed,
Though their forms are blurred
Screaming until their voices
Feel like gravel in their throats,
But having no sound at all
Yet, this is the writer’s great struggle:
To bring to life what isn’t clear
Photo: Woman behind frosted glass by Joe deSousa
Written for: Patrick Jennings’ Focus – Pic and a Word Challenge #144, Pix to WordsÂ
Venom
Your words are
More valuable to me
Than precious gems
Than life-giving air
Imagine, if you will,
What would happen
If you used them
To destroy me
Amongst the Stars Above
To think we’re only specks
To the stars above that glisten
Like flakes of glass in light
Written for Patrick Jennings’Â Big – Pic and a Word Challenge #143, Pix to Words
If We Could, Would We
If we could
Go on autopilot,
Or sleep walk,
Or fast forward
Life’s unpleasantries,
Would we ever live?
Photo by Matthew Brodeur
Written for Patrick Jennings’ Speed ~ Pic and Word Challenge #138, Pix to Words