memories unbound
dusky hunger-sated nights
giving way at dawn
Image Credit: Lovers by Harry Hollard, 1982
Inspired by the image provided by Mind Love Misery Menagerie’s Photo Challenge and Word Craft Poetry poet’s choice.
Tag: photo prompt
true life revealed (a haiku)
A figment alleged.
But that vision melts away
as true life bares all.
Image credit: Angele Kamp @ Unsplash
Sadje’s WDYS Challenge today was to think about birthdays …. This got me considering life in general. Is our life imagined anything like our real life? If not, is that good or bad? And more importantly, is it wise to consider these thoughts during a global pandemic and the ongoing threats to democracy in the US? Probably not!
Anyway, thanks to Sadje for the original inspiration and to the WOTD Challenge (figment) and to Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge for this words (life and view, which I subbed in vision.)
hope in the light (a haiku)
Bound in the shadows
tormented by memories
Autumn’s light beckons
Thanks to Mind Love Misery Menagerie’s Sunday Word challenge (tormented) and to Crispina Kemp’s Creative Challenge for the inspirational photo.
2020 Strikes Again
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
I had imagined this moment so many times.
Written stories. Blogged my theories. Argued with reddit idiots. Once I even tried to paint a picture.
And almost every night I dreamed about it. Beautiful dreams. Colors swirling. Humming anticipation. And me in the center of it all! Bathed in light. Me!
CHOSEN. Because I believed. Because I never lost the faith.
Instead, I’m watching from the sidelines as this drab gray lump tonelessly utters the most banal phrase possible: “Take me to your leader.”
Ha! Joke’s on it.
2020 really is the worst!
Photo courtesy of https://sarahpotterwrites.com/
This photo instantly reminded me of The Day the Earth Stood Still. Add in the constant disappointments of 2020 and Fandango’s FOWC (TRITE) for which I subbed in banal because I liked the way it sounds 😉 and you get this 100 word story for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioners Challenge.
Please enjoy.
but, still (or the magic door)
Susan felt like a fool. It was 1977 not 1957. My god, she was a liberated woman! How could she fall for his line?
Stupid!
But, still, she stayed. Remembering. Champagne. His voice in her ear. “I can’t tell you where I’m going but meet me here on Christmas Eve.”
Stupid!
Did she think she was Deborah Kerr in some kind of Hollywood movie? She should go.
Stupid!
But, still, she stayed. Remembering. Laughter. Sparkling blue eyes. “This’ll be our magical place.”
Stupid!
But, still, she stayed. Waiting. Till she heard those whispered words: “Hey beautiful. Is this seat taken?”
Photo prompt courtesy of Dale Rogerson
These 100 hopeful words were written for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioners Challenge.
Was it in her head or did he come through the magical doors?
Tina Stewart Brakebill 