Almost has a sister named if. The pair of little monsters run around teasing the world. As only the six to eight year old can understand, they mean not the harm they cause.
They play tag with the unsuspecting. A glimpse of her curling hair, maybe a thought of what color his ball cap was remains with you. Your thoughts jump the rail like a commuter train on the evening news. You are left bewildered to what happened. But as it was nothing really. It disappears into ether.
If has a brother, and he’s right outside your door. The chill of a sudden breeze. The flash of light off in the distance. He’s there waiting. And you can think about what it was… Almost
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Words tell lies
Twisted like pretzels
Messages list sideways
Believe the image
Not the path
Speech is deaf
This is nothing
Photo Credit– Jeff Simpson
The echoes of heartbeats stir the raven. His black beak pulls at the gauze fabric covering the hand upon which he perches. Like many others before, the raven looks for clues her majesty is still alive.
Vanessa, queen of her nothingness, poses as a still life of self-induced rigidity. She knows of her great artistic skills. The void of her unfilled tales has crafted the masterpiece of loneliness. Not for lack of trying, but for lack of worthy finds.
“Begone! You vile clutch of feathers and carrion!” Vanessa moves her raised arm away from the raven. “A perch! You use me like they all do!”
Our photo prompt is from Enisa. Thank you Enisa for our photo prompt!
“Heidi, if you could see what I thought, you surely would understand.” Bill’s word catch in his throat.
“Oh, I see alright. Ask you about your day, images of someone who doesn’t look or sound like me.” Heidi points her index finger like a knife at his heart. “What did you want to do about dinner and images of some website that you are more interested show up. I’m sick of it!”
Bill looks stunned. His thinks can see really see inside his head so clearly. But he always seems to have the same issue with all his past relationships.
Who does one confess too?
Are my trespasses severe?
Does victim or perpetrator decide?
What if it was incidental.
Is it ever incidental?
Are thoughts hijacking actions?
Maybe I was unwittingly…
Swirling ghosts of logic rise
Passionate defences whisk them away
I’m a good person..I think
I must be afterall
Doubt wears any executioners hood
Shadows fill noisy jury boxes
Quietness poses as innocence
There’s a mistake here, I know
Calm is missing, as pulses race
Fear vacates my confession
I fall back from atonement
Question of the need
or the want to confess
From our little house to yours, Merry Christmas. May enduring peace find you when it is most needed.
1. Morii- The desire to capture a fleeting experience.
3. Florid- reddish, rosy, ruddy, excessively ornate, flowery, showy
This is your second holiday Wordle list!
Use at least 10 of the words to create a story or poem
The words can appear in an alternate form
Use the words in any order that you like.
Tag: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie and Wordle
“I raise a glass of wine. May the dawn drop florid ribbons of promise. As much as I thought preparation could prevent tussles, the song remains the same.” My voice catches everyone of I’mguard. “Merry Christmas, our solstice celebration. Complete with poinsettias, but a Morii that will pass to memory.”
A bunch of faces look back. Silence perforates the gathering. An old ideal of peace always needs translated. The true test of mankind is when the second nature comes first.
Rhea sits behind the wheel. Her car turned to look over the ridge. Below city lights glow scaring away the darkness. An electric hug of warmth awaits. Her mind knows how much better life could be there.
“Those lights that burn on the souls of the innocent.” Her voice quoting her Grandma. “It seems so nice. How could she ever say that?”
Rhea watches a few more cars go by. Her nerves battling her will. The first journey on her own. She puts the car back into drive. Her two hours of stolen time seems like forever now.