This week’s photo prompt is provided by Jade M. Wong. Thank you Jade!
The rocking chair slowly dips forward and snaps back. Over and over it repeats. Two dead eyes look upon Maple street. A hollow body creaks as chair moves.
“They are coming here…. THEY are coming HERE….” Gerald rouses the stale air about him. “Just let me BE!”
A beeping sound rattles the front of his stone house, shaking the windows. The big box truck lunges at the yard. It’s tires tear into green grass. The engine roars as the curb resists the weight of someone else’s memorabilia collection.
Gerald scoots the chair closer to the window. “Leave me be! It’s my home! Its still my … home!”
Two figures emerge from the truck. Their eyes wonder across the house built like a fortress.
“If it just looked as solid on the inside…” Hank speaks a bit louder than he thinks.
“It just needs some love.” Peggy wraps her arm about his waist.
“Old abandoned houses…..” He smiles briefly “Remember taking all that old stuff out….filling dumpsters.”
“Didn’t we throw out the rocking chair by that window?” She starts to pull away.
Dreams feed the mind
Fantasy nurtures the heart
Trapped by pools of green
Release reluctantly by blinks
Catch me watching you
Strange feelings well within
Obsession is terrible addiction
Scratching inaccessible itches
Hope breaths desperation
But curves raise the pulse
Dreams still feeding mind
Fantasy starving the heart
Shadow within hourglass
Outside of my place
Synch elusive destination
Between the seconds
Hours lie hidden
Wasteland of when
Islands just lonely ideas
Flashes race past
Suddenly still there
Like nothing happened
Piercing sky resets eyes
Clear autumn air livelives
Colors of trees flavor world
Warm days refresh world
Cool nights remind us of change
Squeezing last of the warmth
Numbs the future chills
Hoping for Indian Summer
Remembering the summer
Exoteric ((adj.) suitable for or communicated to the general public:
Emulation ((n.) effort or desire to equal or excel others: jealous rivalry)
“Easement of any edge…” Raul pauses midthought. “Enough of a gap for evil to extract its ethereal control.”
“So exoteric ideas gain entry from afar, elsewhere to exact which emulsion?” Clyde plays along.
“The brain is the only equipment need to erase logic.” Raul is as tired of the political season as the partisan play that accompanys it.
Four woes make a room
Sorrow the prefect ceiling
Loneliness self incarceration
Others just don’t allow expression
Absolute comfort in distress
Absolving cathartic for others
The world put me here
So I believe questioning it all
Sure noone wishes the things
But gripping the known easy
Strangling hope to lower the bar
Plenty of ways to separate peace
Tomorrow it’ll be different
It was supposed to be today too.
This week’s photo prompt is provided by wildverbs. Thank you Wildverbs!
The orange construction barrel appeared overnight. It immediately became a source of intrigue for the preteen set.
“It’s got a Griffin on it!” Andrew jumps his words out ahead of his bike. He isn’t waiting for others to scoop his news “I think I seen it move!”
“You’re an idiot!” Mack doesn’t turn to address him but stays locked on the other boys. “Ain’t nothing but a barrel.”
Gene leans to the side to look past Mack. “It’s heavy. I tried to push it in the road. It’s got something inside. These guys are scared to move it!”
“You losers can go play in the road. Michael & I are gonna watch old lady Myers beat you with her umbrella again!” Mack commands the group into submission.
“Let’s go Gene. I bet if we open it ….” Andrew catches his breath and turns toward the magical barrel “Something cool is inside.”
The boys watch Andrew rush across the street. He pushes the barrel over.
“Whoa!” Andrew’s final words