Hello November

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Morning sleeps late

The lake unseen at 6am

The forest a cave

Beyond black in its darkness

A taste of rawness

The harsh hand of rain

stings with a crispness

Wind Whipping

Yesterday’s raking for naught

The day dressed in drabness

Lying under the covers

refusing to alight

from its bedtime perch 

Oh Woe!

We Weep

Worn and Wary

We Wonder and Wish

for one more moment with the sun

 

Yes, as expected the month of November has arrived in all its glorious bleakness. More darkness promised for months to come as we turn back the clocks tonight. Blah!

Closed for Renovations

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The distance has wrought a deeper introspection

a newer intimation 

a shifted accommodation

a change in reservation 

a new sensation for an improved situation

The passkey a precaution

a preemption

 a protection in the creation of a utopian destination

Transformed into a  talisman

a bearer of good fortune

in my heart’s recreation

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Many thanks once again to Kellie Elmore for her Free Write prompt. She helped me finish a piece that I started two days ago.

A New Voyage

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Late summer. You’re wandering, lost in the woods. You come across a gypsy wagon, and you call out…”hello?”

 

A stilted stillness settled in the air

 The ground gave way

Moist, muddy and mucky

Her skin soaked and sweaty

Awash with the effort of escape

Her breath languid

Near to heaving in its heaviness

Limbs listless

Flagging with effort and exhaustion

Her mind dank with dread

Heart shredded and asunder

Soul decimated and desolate

Cloaked in wretchedness and woe

Path unclear

Shrouded in shadows

A  dank darkness closing in

as she stumbles in the thicket of stones and naked roots

Sleep washes over her

A comforting wave of release and rejuvenation

Rays of yellow drench her awaking

A sense of rebirth and  renewal surrounds her

A vivication

Her eyes enlighten upon a vessel of vindication

A deliverance from doom

Seizing the moment, she cries out:

“Have you come for me?”

 

 

#FWF Free Write Friday: Time & Place Scenario

 

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Another great one from divine Kellie Elmore!

 

 

 

 

 

Leonora

Photographer: Zaire Kacz Model: Morgan Daye Payne

The Long Lost Love

Lanquisher

Leaving lancet lashes

Lascivious Lass

Lavishly lawless

Lecherous and Luscious 

Libertine libido

Lustful Lewd linguist

Lilting Lily of  lively lineage

Lissome Limber Lioness

A  lyrical lute

Yours nevermore*

 

#FWF Free Write Friday: Image Prompt

The following image is of a dress designed and handmade by a local artist, my very talented friend, Dana of Grey Raven Attire. Please check her out. The uniquely stunning dress is worn by local model, Morgan Daye Payne and was photographed by Zaire Kacz.

I call it, Bride of Poe. And this is your FWF prompt…

(* with inspiration from Poe’s The Raven)

One or the Other

Are you giving or are you getting?

Receiving or taking?

Eschewing the madness of the material world

or pursuing the shallowness of instant gratification?

Are you asking for others to do unto you

or seeking to do unto others?

Are you consumed by a narrow focus, a route bound by single-mindedness

or inspired by the colorful  prism of the universe’s intuition?

Do you accumulate complications as if they were treasures

Or shed them for the simplicity of each moment knowing that you’re the richer for it?

Are your eyes focused on your navel or centered on creating a space for love and kindness?

If the former is chosen, then your world is empty, without meaning, void of love and inner wealth

If the latter is preferred, then your world is full, with purpose, validated by love and outward joy

 

Back at it with Free Write Friday from delightful Kellie Elmore

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Thanks always Kellie for your prompts that cause us to go deeper.

 

Tilting at Windmills, Still

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A reluctant visit

An obligated progeny

You don’t want to know, he said

The shirt a dead give away

A tidbit told

More evidence of the continued decline and aberration of your soul

The story spins

History repeats

You cannot connect

Instead you show and tell

Gifts for yourself that accent your wealth

While your heirs labor six days

Scrimping and saving

They are neither envious nor angry

Merely filled with abject apathy

And a lack of respect born only

through the silence of their responses

Your brackish bravado

Your quixotic quest to fill the hole in your soul

An obvious attempt to hide from yourself

and the endless moral lapses that once cast a pall and plague

over any who dared to trust you

Void of remorse

Spinning a prevaricating tale

Unaware, Unrelenting

in your pallid pursuits

Practicing your art of deception

with the vapid Senorita at your side

 

 

 

 

 

 

Suspended

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Set apart

The connection loosening

Ties that bind freed

But never frayed

The gulf of change widening

Endless unknowns surfacing

Questions lacking answers

Hanging in the balance

Resting in the flow of the universe

Some plans are not worth pursuing

Better to wait

Abide in the moments

Unfolding

Listening

Learning

Attending

Refraining from tempting fate

Allowing my soul to enjoy this in-between

This holy unexplored perfect purgatory

 

 

 

Earthly Grace

Rain

#FWF Free Write Friday: Word Prompt

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A sweet redolence

A cleansing condensation

A buttery bouquet basking in relief

from the arid air

Parched peat perfumed

in a floral fragrance

Tar traced in rainbowed droplets

Upside-down stars

The backyard a blanket

of nippy dew

We breath deep

and smile

Grateful for the gift

of Mother Earth’s renewal

 

A perfect prompt from Kellie Elmore this week for the first day of a favorite season!

 

 

Au revoir mi amore

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Another passionate goodbye

Their bodies electrified

Magnified

Breathing the other’s  breath

An island of two

Surrounded by a sea of harried passengers

Boarding

Departing

A cacophony of noise

Staccato announcements

Echoing

Drowned out by their intense whispers

Dedicated Devotions

One last kiss she thinks

In an instant his hands grab her belt front

Their bodies as one

She lets out a low moan

as he comes in for one final kiss

before he lets her go