You Choose #poetry #death #dayofthedead

head stone

My fingers across stone

caress raised letters

your faded name 

all that was left of you

a chill ran down my spine

looking below

these arose in red

new embossed letters to…

I pondered

your bones so cold

I feared to see or hear

another

The embossed words:

Strike me once I bleed

Strike me twice I die

and thrice

you choose…

day of dead skull

Cover Art #dpchallenge #photography

 

Can you imagine the cover art to your next book?

I have- I even have the back picked out.

The front is the smiling faces of Liberian children and the back is a the back of a sand filled canoe paddling away (also Liberian).

What makes a good cover? I think if your cover can draw the reader or listener in then it’s done its job.

 

 

 

  My Three books would be entitled:

 1-Catching the Wind

(Poetry inspired by the High Sea)

2- Died Red

( horror mystery you choose)

3 – Tying the Knot – for lasting relationships

(self-help or murder mystery )

 

The WordPress Daily Challenge this week is Cover Art.  imagine which of your images you would like to see gracing the cover of a book, an album, or a magazine.

This was way too much fun!

And here are some creative covers. Who knows you might find a cover designer for your next book!

I Write in Blood #poetry #middleeast

penned in blood

While you pen in ink

I am writing this down in blood

dipping my quill in life spent

that’s still steamy

from the day’s killing

I am not a writer of fiction

these words are fact

I write what I see

a building full of people

the doors are chained from the outside

the henchmen smile

they love the sound of terror

gasoline and fire such a beautiful sight

one of the black garbed men taunts

flinging the red tongues

the flames lick higher and higher

extinguishing life, hope, dreams

the joke is on you

with each life you dispel

the darkness on the outside

claims what was good on the inside

the wraith will have no home

nothing to claim

 flames will consume  his soul

 

…And we just sit back while innocent people who live life quietly are being targeted losing their homes, herded like cattle  and killed.

 

 

Embrace Emotion #atozchallenge #poetry #photography

barbed letter E

 unscrew the light bulb

cram my feelings til they blaze

 can’t tell until I’m limp

you  are truly crazed

clamp down the wire cutters

frenzied barbed wire  dance 

 wrap careless about my heart

are you looking for your chance?

turn the car’s ignition

let fumes suck away the air

I died so  long ago

no one ever cared

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Emotive language is a form of common poetry in which language is at its most condensed and significant form. This is a common way that writers use to convince readers by appealing to their emotions and using a language that shows sympathy in some way.
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“Anxiety is the hand maiden of creativity”

T.S. Eliot

“Any poet, if he is to survive beyond his 25th year, must alter; he must seek new literary influences; he will have different emotions to express.”

T.S.Elliot

 

How have you altered your writing over the years??? Or is it time for a change?

 

A2Z-BADGE-000 [2014]

 

 

What’s Beneath Your Christmas Tree? #poetry #dark

the ring

What will you find beneath your tree this Christmas?

Romance?

or…

 a wonderland of snow

gifts elegantly circled with red satin bows

8 knives for carving

1 rope for climbing

perhaps…

 a lifeless form

beneath the fresh-cut Christmas Tree

Read my “festive” poem “Beneath the Christmas Tree”  over at Pen of the Damned.

pen of the damned

Undone #poetry #photography #art

paint undone

Slain

by your sharp edged heart

well aimed piercing

dart

*

Dripping

off the edge of my page

blood flows free at this

stage

*

Alone

none to hold back the pain

too late to catch bloody

rain

*

Undone

mere ashes in your hands

fiend, my death so long

planned

Art and Photograph “Undone” © L. Moon 2013

No Dial Tone #flashfiction #newcago #noir

danny-bowman

She had tried desperately to make the call for help. What sick bastard had cut the phone receiver off and placed a skull face on duct tape?

I  found her hanging onto the cord.  She was all dolled up on her way to something special.

I was alarmed by the time of day the murder occurred. New Cago crime usually started when the moon rose. This young woman was killed before dusk.

What was to become of the city? Its people?

“Lily,” I shouted.

“They need you darling,” I heard her sweet voice in the breeze.

“Yes, I know.”

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This week’s prompt for Friday Fictioneers (hosted by the delightfully inspirational Rochelle) was supplied by Danny Bowman. Looks like budget cuts are in full swing.

This is another 100 word offering being added to a  growing series of stories all set in NewCago. There are many loose strings, unanswered questions about this metropolitan society that is sinking into the mire. Sam seems to be the only one to keep the bad doings at bay but how much longer???

Week 9 in Newcago serial Gathering Bodies

Week 8 in Newcago serial No place to hide

Week 7 in Newcago serial They were Pink

Week 6 In Newcago Serial You poison filled wasps

Week 5 in Newcago Serial The Doom Cycle

Week 4 in Newcago Serial Helpless

Week 3 in Newcago Serial When the Lights Go On

week 2 in Newcago Serial  Can’t Kill The Thirst

Week 1 in Newcago Serial Secret Weapon