Rug Beneath My Feet #poetry #art

Rug

How many rugs

placed beneath my feet

 yanked and pulled out

to watch me flail and reach

how many promises

with half heart were made

where purpose was planted

and then duly unmade

how many wells

were left to run dry

though tears were spilt

and hope ran high

how many rugs

placed beneath my feet

chose to remain

like a stable heart beat

?????????

My first “sketch” after not drawing for 4 months. I think I am less picky now that I’ve seen what my non-dominant hand can draw 🙂

Ever have that feeling that all the rugs in the world have one sinister mission?????

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The Day the … Died #flashfiction #vandalism #Lincoln

A long, long time ago…
Words meant something
promises meant more
you’d turn the sprinkler on and there was an instant neighborhood party
add hand churned ice cream and the old people joined in
but that was a long, long time ago
now we rush around to the loud din of the money factor
churning out paper money faster than we can replace it
and no one from the neighborhood joins in because
water is more valuable than money
the ice cream is synthetic
and the man who delivers ice cream
knows more about the deal with Meth
it doesn’t matter the ice cream is synthetic
as are the promises that important men make
in the shadow of those from
a long, long time ago…

This photograph is attributed under Creative Commons Legal code as being the work of Adam Lederer

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Splinters In My Feet #photography #poetry #atoz #napowrimo

promises old

Photography “The Boardwalk” copyright L. Moon 2011

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Nautilus

This year for  A to Z challenge, I am using the Nautilus as my inspiration all month. The shell has many chambers (at least enough to fit all the letters.)  You will find poetry,  You will find some dark stuff (as I am attempting to branch into the horror genre), You will also see a smattering of short stories or prose (some with children in mind) others as lessons that we can all learn from. I look forward to  meeting you and getting to know some talented writers over this month long writing journey. Please check over at the A to Z challenge and see what they are up to; they are a fine bunch of folks.

The Cracks of Life (Flash Fiction 160)

 

“What slips through the cracks of Life?

Do you know?”

“Perhaps~ feelings,

regularly~ promises,

sometimes ~the truth.

Too often a tear

or two.”

*

He caught one on his fingertip

 

Each Sunday Monkey Man hosts a Flash Fiction. Join us as we try to concoct some sense in 160 characters.

Photographs: Moondustwriter and Meg Yarsh

*http://www.flickr.com/photos/megyarsh/2436625875/