Twillight calls softly

Yellow pales, corroding to orange

Breezes summon a chill

The day spills toward night

Thoughts length and change

Clouds scurry after the setting Sun

Fleeting emotions know how they feel

Hope drifts by like a web

Clinging briefly as it moves on

The mood lightens like crepuscular rays

Breaking past clouds running skyward

Thoughts become ambiguous

Nature’s reset button in action

If the mind will just let it work.


Sunday Whirl – Waiting for the Other Shoe

A small cringe closes upon me. Like a wild wolf cajoling me, your practice of heaping praise seems more than kind. My eyes close to hide the blight called twisted love.

Random Phone Picture



Pain is my crown

Path upon I walk

Prism for my rainbows

My monocolor for landscapes

How you see my struggles

Orginally posted on


Killer Smile

I want to wear your smile

My inner demons line up

They all want a piece

Restless heart cries out

The world collapses to one

I’m drawn to close to the flame

But the moth cares little

To be held in this moment

In a blink, dreams rise up

Thoughts make new worlds

For all but two people



It’s surface spins.

Oily rainbows skirt by

Watching within the world spins.

Thoughts left behind like illusions

My mind races to fit the images

They seldom come to me.

The wind cuts across

The bubble bobs and weaves.

A flock of dozens more grabs hild

Hand in hand and they dance off

Oblivion or forever they go

I wonder if what was seen

I know images but not complete

Left to fill in details

I wander along still

My path somewhat different


Wordless Wednesday


FFAW – Home Fires

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Enisa. Thank you Enisa!

Allen stirs at the embers of the fire. The flames have grown weary, flickering hesitantly and disappear. The heat still reaches out on long fingers alternating with touches of chill. Undeterred, he fans at them to coax a little more life. Tiny ashen flurries dance around him barely visible in the night.

His face shows the taste of desperation. Lines set about his eyes seem to catch every shadow the palid glow can forge. The conflict of knowing the coldness of tomorrow’s ash and hopes that the flames return fight out within his head. The only response is continuous stirring.

“Seriously, you’re making any chance of talking impossible!” Allen tries to break through the hard exterior of his enraged wife you no avail.

Yet still he stirs the embers going the fire returns.

132 words


Wordle – Heart felt

Week 179

1. Cyan

2. Mumble

3. Tragedy

4. Vaunt (verb) to boast or brag

5. Paraffin (noun) a white or colorless, tasteless, odorless, water-insoluble, solid substance not easily acted upon by reagents, consisting of a mixture of hydrocarbons chiefly of the alkane series, obtained from crude petroleum: used in candles, for forming preservative coatings and seals, for waterproofing paper, etc.

6. Nod

7. Asleep

8. Faucet

9. Scantily

10. Koi no Yokan (Japanese) The sense one can have upon first meeting a person that the two of you are going to fall in love. Differs from “love at first sight” as it does not imply that the feeling of love exists, only the knowledge that a future love is inevitable.

11. Tradition

12. Gradual

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

Cyan dreams laced with mumblings of Koi no Yokan. Gradual as fate maybe, I nod slowly asleep watching the paraffin of the candle melt time away. Our coupling like a Greek tragedy scantily clings to any tradition of star crossed lovers. Still love flows like a broken faucet.