Damaged Goods #poetry #flashfiction
It hung limply
collar-bone unnaturally protruded
sockets where lights had beamed
dangled with no spark
fingers that had grasped another’s in trust
Clear notes like fine crystal
hopes of Opera
smoky bars and sleazy dumps
croaking semblance of sound
talent
beauty
dreams
DOA the tag on her toe hung from under a cold lifeless sheet
Flash Fiction certainly isnt DOA as it is in the capable hands of the host G-Man. Who tho on the road manages 55 words none-the-less
Awake in My Dream #poetry
Closing her eyes
escape from the past
looking to a dream
to take her away
*
To castles and clouds
fields and seas
she ran to the mountains
all in one day
Rarely do I write directly about myself or the people in my life. Many of you have been part of my life for several years and in one regard have given me cause to persevere. Several years ago writing became my lifeline. My health was failing; I was literally drowning in a destructive marriage and there seemed no end.
With the help of friends and family members, I finally got the courage to flee from my marriage. It is sad when dark things come to the light. How could I have been blind to it? Not only do I see the light more clearly but also the black and the grays.
Thanks to each of you – your encouragement has meant more than you will ever know.
Photography and poetry copyrighted work of L. Moon 2012
The End in Sight #poetry
the gold band broke in pieces
too easily
pictures of a couple
in separate frames
bottle where tears collected
shattered from overuse
dreams discarded in rumpled newsprint
don’t look back
our love was already gone
Nothing to Breathe
The edges of the box taped down
holding me in
fingertips groping at the opening
“free me”
No response
only a cold malignant smile
trapped I become claustrophobic
“where is it?”
I have lost it
None left
reason absent
no air
you have sealed my fate
with duct tape and a cold heart
The Grand Finale #flashfiction #saturdaycentus
It had been the longest playing off broadway show she had starred in. The show had a bit of everything romance, intrigue, deception and murder
“This will be our last performance” the stage manager said to the cast wiping his face with his sleeve.
It’s been a good run one of the leads said nervously peering over his shoulder. It’s always better to close the show before they stop coming.
“We know where all the bodies are buried” was written in lipstick on her dressing room mirror.
Somehow she always knew…
Tonight’s last performance would include the death of two leads not the traditional one.
Thanks to Jenny Matlock who hosts Saturday Centus. This weeks prompt: “We know where all the bodies are buried “
Have A Ball!!! #football #superbowl #flashfiction
Hands ready to receive the ball
Feet Ready to hear the call “goal”
Fans ready to eat, drink and watch some plays
old timers remember the days
Crews ready for live interviews with Tom and
Eli
Coaches ready for the yellow flag to fly
all because of a ball the shape of a brown ellipse
Happy Super Bowl watching to all of you football voyeurs – otherwise happy flash fiction writing.
(Each week some very talented writers share flash fiction with GMan. Everyone is welcome to join the 55 word challenge)
Your Eyes Spoke #poetry
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
Cloud of Pain #poetry
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
On The Edge #centusSaturday #shortstory
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
Ebbing Tide #flashfiction
You once sat with me on a piece of flotsam
Telling me stories about the ship that had sunk in the stormy sea
“All were lost”
you said with a tear on your cheek
I never knew you never told me
All had not been lost
A small boy and his scruffy dog had floated into the bay
A fisherman and his wife found the two survivors and raised them as their own
One day you went out to sea looking for something you had lost
You never told me what you were seeking
“All were lost”
I carved into broken wood
A piece of flotsam where we will never sit again
“Please take me out to sea faithful tide
where I can be joined with the one
I have lost…”
Photograph~ “Winter Tide” L. Moon copyright 2012
Graced by Her Face
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.
I Will Tango Tonight #New Year #2012 #flashfiction
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!!!
Nothing But Words #poetry #homeless
Do you realize
that some of us
eat food from a can?
No not the kind you open
the kind you pull refuse
with your hand
I didn’t chose
cold loneliness
a life of no address
a closet in my car
atop my college degree
oh isnt life a mess
but who cares
do you want to see
the list of things I’ve done
the families, children
whom I’ve helped
yes I have aided some
the system I promise doesn’t care
I’m a number
they’d wish they’d lost
I’ve paid so many dues
there’s nothing left
oh dear what this has cost
and so my friends
words it seems
are all that I have left
stories and verse
I hold so close
I’ll steer clear of bereft
Photo Courtesy of Flickr http://www.flickr.com/photos/elcarlitoxloco/5258963772/in/photostream/
Christmas in My Heart #poetry #freeverse
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
O Holy Night #poetry #Christmas #loss
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
The Senses of Christmas #flashfiction #Christmas
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.
Merry-Go-Round with #Healthcare #flashfiction #cancer
“Do you know how many times I have heard the words “you only have a few weeks, maybe months”???? I am tired of the fear evoked by practitioners who are not up to date on diagnosis and bed-side manner (as in looking at all the data thoroughly!)
I’ve given my dog a heart attack. I fed the cat something that killed her. I didn’t realize I left the cage open until I ran over my bunny. My friends and family think I’m cancerphobic.
Can’t somebody get it right?”
“Slow down sweetie. I’m telling you this because my mother had the same symptoms as you. she died in four months ‘cuz she had a male doctor who wasnt thorough with the tests.”
A tear fell “If I’m going to die, I’d like to know. I am so tired of the merry-go-round of maybes.”
“The test I’m doing will tell us.”
“Can I bring my parrot to the office until we know?”
http://www.flickr.com/photos/davydubbit/3121796325/sizes/m/in/photostream/
A Look at the Past #flashfiction
…A moment
A memory…
That was all there was.
“Look back it’s our fragrant past but sadly not our promising future.”
A tear streamed down her face
knowing she had misplaced an old friend’s plans.
He had waited all these years to hear
“you broke my heart once there is nothing left to hold dear.”
Photo: “Lonely Bench” L. Moon copyright 2011
Each Thursday night 8pm EST there is an opportunity to share with others your work of flash fiction. It’s short, it’s only 55 words, it’s a challenge. So instead of your Sudoku for Friday try a flash fiction hosted by G-Man aka Mr. Know it All.
Watching Time #poetry
They wont move while you watch
my mind wills the hands around your face
tick tick I can’t wait
open the glass face and let me in
move now move quick
my life is in your perfect sphere
midnight… one… two… three…
dawn rises beautifully clear
as you pull me close to thee
forever
J’Adore
First just a hint more like a whisper…
then it took over almost like a wildfire
my senses spinning with the reality it was coming my way
what is it
I could only hold my breath in a waiting posture
It was something I had never experienced
timeless
fragrant
exotic
… Just another perfume
Please enjoy the flash fiction at G-Man’s blog always worth the fun and flash
This photograph was taken from a perfume ad. Amazing what my iphone cam can do.
“J’adore” copyright 2011 L. Moon
As The Dice Fall… #flashfiction
They had fallen
fate placed in your hands
not mine
How would the outcome have been different?
Would the sacrifice have been this high?
No!!!
For the dice would never had spilt innocent blood had I rolled
But you are the high roller
caring little for the lives of others
only caring for
your gain…
Thanks to the weekly fun hosted by G-Man flash fiction at its best
Edge of Winter #poetry #photography #iphone
She was the last of her kind
bravely she poked her head through stormy mists
victorious she smiled
“I am free,” she exclaimed with glee!
A solitary ray of sunshine touched her velvety skin
He was looking for a place to light
For one suspended moment she danced in his flickering glow
His fingertips radiated with color
Life seemed to appear
“Oh warmth I long for your embrace”
Too soon he was gone
A tear fell down her ivory visage
“What will sustain me until spring?” she moaned
no one to hold
not a soul to care
her head went limp
knowing that she too would soon
wither
and
die
Photography “Edge of Winter” & “Dying Rose” Copyright L. Moon 2011
Dream Machine #flashfiction #magpietales
“I had a wonderful dream,” I said to my roommate my hair in a very mussed state.
“Oh but then you are always having dreams,” she grinned.” What was the dream this time?”
“It was more dreamy than usual. It was if a fog machine was on in my room.
The hottie who is always in my dreams was in a three piece suit. Ive never seen him dressed like that.
He told me he loved what I was wearing.
Then the fog rose. I didnt see the rest of my own dream. Must have been X rated.”
“Well in your case roomie PG-13.”
I laughed ” I guess you are right. I woke up fully clothed.”
Thanks Tess for the great picture prompt for this week’s Magpie Tales
