Fires dance in your eyes
My inner candle begins melting
Promises of possibilities flutter about
Whispers of thoughts
Things I long for versus need
Enticing moves stir images
“What ever your desire” falls to ears
No lips move, no sound travels
But still my ears are full
Gentle hands sweep through my dreams
Reality never holds trust of fantasy
Within the dreams I wander paths
Where no footsteps are needed
Interface is between two faces
Elegance replaces beauty
The moth grabs the flame
Mist of my dreams swirl
Spinning like a kaleidoscope
Am I looking back
Like the stats in telescope
Or forward in Crystal ball
Happy blue skies pave paths
Tall trees throw twisted shadows
Nothing is as it seems
Everything is exactly as it appears
Lines of sight tug gently
Filaments of thoughts resist
Delightful mess spills across fantasy
Which parts will I miss?
Which parts to cling to?
Time slides through hidden hourglass
Slowly I realize what never was
Has always been waiting with what was
I wantto take your breath away.
I watchyou move completely
My mind locked on every part
My eyes flash to keep up
Your body converts to road map
Some curves are far more dangerous
At least in my view from here
You’re an addiction wanting to hook me
I linger on thoughts of being emerged
I watch you drift
Each passage leads you further
You never look back
Currents toy with your ambition
Eddies await to swirl your direction
On shore, any hope floats past you
Your empty hands only reach from afar
Past the length of any arm
Tomorrow you will out out again
The tides await your efforts
Again I’ll watch to see if you return
We dance until the chord breaks
The waves drowned the sound
Until the horizon welcomes you
I’ll still be on the shore
Waiting to see where you’ll go
4. Ambedo ((n.) a kind of melancholic trance in which you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory details—raindrops skittering down a window, tall trees leaning in the wind, clouds of cream swirling in your coffee—which leads to a dawning awareness of the haunting fragility of life.)
11. Eminent ((adj.) high in station, rank, or repute; prominent; distinguished: conspicuous, signal, or noteworthy: lofty; high: prominent; projecting; protruding.)
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
My clouded mind crumbles. Tides of care take flight and dazzle my ambedo mood. Voracious blackberries take eminent roles. They misbehave in whispers leading me from my troubles.
“There’s a yak. The thing is huge, as tall as a windmill. I’m asking it about the used bookstore down the street. The one with the green exit doors. So this is where it gets weird….” Larry pauses to recollect the thought.
“Not weird at all. You fell into a MC Esther print. Did you take the upstairs to the basement or fire escape to the roof?” Penny hates the dream game.
“I’m talking to the yak and this hand appears behind him. It is closed like there’s something in the hand. The wrist flicks up and marbles fly everywhere!” Larry moves his hand to demonstrate. “Then this Viking goddess starts winding a old phonograph that plays a song about doing absurd things to achieve impossible things. Oh, the goddess has only a head and arms.”
“How do you know she was a Viking goddess? Maybe she was part of a dance troupe. Would a Viking goddess have a record player?” Penny knows this is the way it goes every time.
“You’re right. She would have done kind of stringed instrument… Wait, she’s a goddess. They live forever.” Larry stumbles on reason.
“Good, you figured it out. Don’t sleep again, please.” Penny answers “I have tried the absurd and haven’t accheived any impossible results.”
Written as part of a challenge details are available at https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2016/12/04/writing-prompt-189-bonus/
“Ok listen this time! I’m from Erie, Pennsylvania. We are in Colorado. I didn’t walk here!” The voice leaves bare lips.
“The where and when are coming from different places. You will search for why! But the where simply changes” The chocolate Buddha speaks. “Hearing and listening aren’t the same.”
“I didn’t come here by my own free will. I was thousand miles away. And boom! I’m here talking to a statue! This is where thing. I like to know where exactly I am now. And if you don’t mind what day and time is it. I’m not lulling myself into believing in was beamed here.” I’m openly hostile. I point to the ground like it matters. My heart is full of fear more than rage.
“You came here to free yourself of the chaos and chains you have forged. Everyone does. That’s why we have the farm. We grow here. If you open your mind more than your mouth. You will see there’s no fear necessary here. Walk the paths. Concentrate on where you are attempting to go.” The Buddha changes arm position so to show the symbol of the message.
“LOOK! I want to go back to my home. Now, tell me how I got here!” My reasoning with a statue hats the wall quickly. My head looks for cameras. Someone is controlling this thing. They know. They have taken the wrong person.
“Free, you are not bound here. The only person controlling you being here is you. Are you experiencing paralysis? My eyes see no strings on you! I asked you to take a path of your choosing. I didn’t force you to move. Your choice stay here and ask something I do not control. You found a path here. It is my place to give answers that open your mind and heart. Do you know your mind well enough to find your way?” The statue returns to original form.
“So, do the little guys help me too? I’ll walk a path. But I’ll be back. Unless the way opens before me.” I sink into cyincial territory.
The statue fails to respond.
I stroll toward the gate. Above the sign reads “A PLACE OF HEALING”
I am unaware of the wounds that brought me here. I don’t forsee understanding the purpose of being here. I could use another pill to control the manic swing grading hold of me. They must have taken them away from me.
Written as part of a challenge called Tale weaver, details at mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com
Pages the book dissolve into life. Mirrors show no path. Time has arrived
My soul has washed up on
time’s beach out of place
My eyes pale and change green to blue
I remember things I have not seen
I’m certain the corner ahead
hides my past from view
Shadows cone to greet me
with flashes previous
Falth whispers ” meant to be ”
ears assemble pieces together
Thousand puzzles with no image
descend into view
Tallowed like a glove, they all fit ideally
Their embrace frees fear to conquer anew
It could be madness or immaculate
that fills me now
A mirrors image either way to inner journeys beyond maps
I was destined to arrive here eventually
Fields of dreams tucked in beds under
I’m a fulfilled spirit walking amongst
wishes and prayers
Under a star filed blanket I pause to reflect the
History taught me about time and place
Nature slipped my place through time
I understand divinity is destiny
is meant to be
I sail a black Sea
Stars burn as centuries
They hold the sky in place
I ride stone waves of ancient seas
My path among the darkness
New lights shine in the distance
Waiting to see them is painful
Faith tells me they glow like Sun drops
High above the Valley is my new world
I pass through portals of time
Time fails to notice me
My sea parts smoothly
Here at the future