Glaring Problem?

My sunglasses do well

My problems seem to disappear

Out of sight all the better

I reveal in blindness

it takes away the pain

We are all flawed

But no sense in dwelling

It is all an illusion

A dance without a tune

A song played by swaying trees

Like a shadow or lost puppy

They follow my every move

But problems aren’t glaring

if you don’t look

foggy

The misty morning beckons 

thin white haze blankets world 
Trees become ghosts 

Birds spirits, light changes 

What I know fades 

Senses play on questions 

Distance is a mystery 

Time and place dissolve

My day alters alluringly 

Fascination over fear 

Delicate image reimagined 

My heart hopes it lasts 

But foggy gives way

every time.

<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/foggy/”>Foggy</a&gt;

Shallow Grave

My hand sweeps away the dirt from my face.  I’m lost in a daze.  Stars mix in with daylight.  My mind has been rattled by a series of events I can’t recall. 

The Sun has crawled high in the sky.  I’ve been here for hours. My eyes last seen starts in a black sky.  My ears heard voices. Ones I know but can’t place.  It seems a friendly hand played party to my unsuccessful demise.  

Lessons learned from a shallow grave.

Never be in one twice!

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Disastrous

When a forest fire happens, then an inch of rain comes through we get a flash food. This is the area nine people perished in a flash flood. The first picture the water is about one foot wide. The box canyon is about 25 foot drop. If you have seen the video of a black debris wave, that was almost 1/2 mile and 2 feet deep. Then it came here at 40 mph. A place with no storm clouds or rain. 14 people in one family spending one afternoon in the water. Nine are gone, one still missing. Ten miles from my home in a place that’s normally peaceful and calm.

<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/disastrous/”>Disastrous</a>

Link to story below.

Wheel to Turn

I wheel around 

My mock surprise, really horror 

I remember being caught 

Pinned under your wheels 

I pray for justice 

But you still breath 

Destiny ignores my pleas 

Someday fate will find you 

Just waiting for the cog to turn 

Gristmill to talk to your soul 

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Imaginary World

I weave a tapestry

Sounds of glee 

Priceless trinkets 

Precious memories 

They cover many walls 

Imaginary battles won 

Maidens and Dragons dance 

Treasures of what’s once important 

Dreams cling like spider webs 

Each waiting for a meal 

Glories within the mind 

Times when I acted in thought 

They gaze down upon me  

Hundreds of scenes 

They were once so real 

The world of fantasy

pulls stronger than reality 

Imaginary place that I built 

Hope’s garden of Eden 

Eternally shining


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Impression

What impression have I made?

Have I left a mold for precious metals?

Footprint squished into a riverbank?

Did I choose wax or steel to cast from?

Will I be lucky enough to be a fossil?

Will the next storm wash me away?

Time is no test man passes 

Is an anonymous legacy, a legacy at all

​<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/impression/”>Impression</a&gt;

Reflecting on the Southwest

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Bitter

I seeth

           Water meets hot grease 

My sharp words dig 

                         But you’re 

                                Except when asked

Why I’m bitter? 

          It grows slowly

Then completely

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Panicked Breaths

My surprise lunch at home, truly a surprise.  My arrival goes unnoticed.  I look quickly and see lights on but not the body I’m looking for.  I hear muted voices.  

Laughter spills into the hall leading to the bedroom. It pauses and my wife in a loud whisper “Oh…I can’t believe you’re actually going to try doing that.”

My world freezes.  My world melts.  I drop the bags of fast food.  Like a ghost, I float toward a, mortal whim forgot my existence. 

My breathing panics as I confront a mystery.  Feelings of betrayal and wrestling to control a rapid heat beat leave me trapped.  Shallow rapid lunges of my lungs area all i can do. 

She laughs even more.  Giggles flow freely in a room I can no longer get to.  Each other stings like a bee.  I can see the hands of another reaching over her.  Lips whisper things that I couldn’t dream of saying aloud.  And she squeals really high pitch. 

My hands feel for the wall.  Unconscious, I pull myself forward. 

“Oh, my God.  You’re home! ” She yells.

There is noone there.  A TV.  A show with someone eating goldfish.  

I’m ghost white.   The thoughts have lead me to my own demise. 

“I brought lunch.  I wanted to surprise you.” I would say I try to recover.  But breathes are still at a premium. 
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