One look …
… and I knew
absence
nothing
love less
thought less
faith less
your eyes revealed…
… nothing years ago
I felt
pain less
wreck less
FREE
since I gouged them out
One look …
… and I knew
absence
nothing
love less
thought less
faith less
your eyes revealed…
… nothing years ago
I felt
pain less
wreck less
FREE
since I gouged them out
I closed my eyes to shut out raw pain
rejection grazed my heart like a spear
coming too close and spurting the last feeling
I closed my heart a barren shield
dont ask me to ever love again
I’ve felt the cold sting of steel
the remnants of my heart are on your blade
****
I opened my eyes and I saw clarity
awaken me from this dream
give me a clear vision
opening my eyes I feel a kiss
something I had for so long missed
a longing for the warmth
the one who had waited in my dreams
A light pierced the fog
“come to shelter “
turning toward darkness
my arms grew weary
groping in a mist of confusion
“come this way”
“but there is nothing to light the way”
changing direction
my feet stumble on a root
the cliff just inches behind me
slipping toward the edge…
I’m sorry I missed the first part of this prompt but I will attempt to hang the reader off the cliff for Jenny Matlock’s Centus Saturday
It looked back at me
from an earlier time
Who is she?
The lips curled in a familiar smile
It was not so long ago
that we shared this face
come on a journey
with your fingers trace
Little ones holding hands
laughter filling the air
never put away
the love that you freely shared
This was a practice piece for a portrait my mother did of my son and I.
Memories fill the air when you look back on the past and who you once were.
Thanks to G-Man for hosting yet another week of Flash Fiction where the only thing that gets between you and a masterpiece is the number of words you are allotted. Happy Friday!
***To those of you who are faithful friends and writers – please forgive my absence over the past several months. I am in the midst of a major change. I am enjoying the life of a transient and though my writing abounds my time when a computer is available does not.
A ball will fall
Happy- my lips will linger on
one who offers me
a dance
caring little for what I wear
what matters
the heat on our breath
New is our tango
lower me to the ground
smell my eau de chaud
I taste your latte
This Year
come in alone
but leave…
and as we see another year out an applause of thanks is given to Mr Know it All who manages to host a fantastic Flash Fiction every Friday and has done so for more than 4 years. Happy 2012 to All!!!
Seeking for your memories
oh so hard to find
what corner do I look in?
what treasures in my mind?
I’ve lost so many memories
from a far and distant time
beautiful and simple world
many things left behind
Running for a street car
bustle to and fro
“you are so like her
we just thought you should know”
Cheerful with a helping hand
this woman in my heart
you left me ohh too soon
for I’d barely had my start
Thinking back of Christmases
you’re in each and every one
bright colors and heavenly smells
I miss those years our fun
Grandma dear I’ll ner forget
the gifts you gave this child
I cradle them in my heart
I’ll always wear your smile
Oh Holy Night
The Stars are brightly shining
The moonlight is catching the tears on my cheek darling
It is the Night
Of our Dear Savior’s Birth
Long lay the world
The News isn’t good dear
In Sin and error pining
it’s spread through my entire body
til He appeared and the soul felt its worth
I have three or four weeks
the thrill of hope
the weary world rejoices
for yonder breaks a new and glorious light
my love will be a distant star
Fall on your knees
I have no strength to stand
Oh hear the angels voices
I will be singing with the angels next Christmas darling
oh night divine
tonight we have each other
oh night when Christ was born
Oh Night Divine
Oh Night – Oh Holy Night
It won’t be long – hold me against the impending dawn
Can you smell it, feel it, hear it?
Of course I can
It’s the senses of Christmas
Gingerbread and shortbread in the oven
Pine from the tree
Spices of hot cider congealing
Seasoned wood on the fire
Bing Crosby singing with his smooth as scotch voice
one more thing
Our Family gathered enjoying being together
Wishing all of you a joyous Christmas. A time to celebrate time with friends and family. A special thanks to G-Man who looks upon all his followers as good friends.