Orange sun is setting
too few memories
I look in her garden
even bugs will do
so little remains
my little rose is gone
even tree stumps decayed
hidden in waxy green
I find her smiling face
Camillia pink blush
I want to inhale
one remnant of us
To Mothers everywhere who plant seeds in the hearts of children.
Happy Mothers Day
I heard a banging on the steel grated door.
“Umm huh. Yeah I’m coming. Hey Peely.”
“Here this is for you.” The errand boy, who we were both so found of, handed me a box.
Inside was a hat I had admired for months, The card underneath in her handwriting.
“Peel, ya know what I hate most about this town?”
“Yeh, Sam, I know. It’s so damned lonely.”
“Tonight a few people are gonna wish they were just lonely. ”
I looked under the envelope flap and saw four names circled in red.
“Hey Peel ya got plans tonight? I need a special delivery…. ”
“Just one sniff of these beautys, that’s all that’s needed, Peel. ”
“I’ll make sure that he takes a big whiff. ”
“You must be subtle. Remember this guy can sniff out trouble like a shark. As he looks at the card, make a comment like: ‘The more expensive these damn flowers the less they smell. And then: “Oh I’m sorry, sir, did I just say that out loud?”
“If the wife or mistress is around, she may inhale first. ” Peel’s eyes grew big.
“That’s okay it takes several minutes to take effect.”
“What if I demonstrate?”
“Yes, Peel that would work fine except then you would be poisoned. Hmm wait a minute. Can we plug your nose?”
“I have some of those foam ear plugs. ”
“Ok, yeah cram them up your nose right before the delivery. Use a little Vaseline as a seal.”
“This had better work. ”
“Careful this guy suspects his grandmother. PLEASE Don’t go getting yourself dead.”
“I won’t, Sam.”
Lately, People I care about find themselves under headstones…
Too warm in your arms to form poetry
feasting on the heat in your eyes
chilly are the moments without you
left to focus on dawn’s skys
send me a rose when you’re thinking
about how you will miss me too
warm on the fire of memory
write of our love in haiku
snow too soon will forget
The words sung in a song
conveying 3 minutes of trite
“you looked in my eyes
now its all gone wrong”
touch of your hand
electricity is spent
replaced with a sign says “vacant”
over your heart
words you once said
attached to a laughter
we were writing love’s chapter
pages are dispersed
and driven over
during the evening rush hour
yes,it all meant something once
the roses, the wine, romance
the moonlight dance
where we promised…
that was before
it all froze in the snow
sun-kissed were those days
dreams could not compete
regrets fan like
War and Peace
I became a fool
my favorite glance
into the past
they sparkle blue
the knowing smile
upon your lips
what should I do?
I held one futile
ripped beyond repair
the petals dead
that lie bare
I always was
but you aren’t there
Believe it or not each of those is a different filtering effect from Picmonkey.
I think landscapes can benefit from all these different filters.
I have to say I normally just clean up my shots with contrast and maybe a little more light.
Would love to know what filters you use and what photo-editing is the most helpful for your photography.
The WordPress Daily Post Photography 101 prompt for today was using filters. Daily Post has a challenge for everyone whether you get involved daily, weekly or monthly it’s worth a shot.
Words whispered in candle light
trust of one
perhaps intentionally taken
long stem roses
no reason given
who were they to?
red with guilt
the last petal falls