Beginnings

Dawn breaks upon your smile

My heart races to meet the Sun’s rays

Hope builds the bridge to you

Crossing the moat of indecision

Desire inspires alternate ways

There is always a way with hearts

You may only be a beat away

Surely just one dream from now

Crumbs build my bricks toward you

Please be the change I need

Tomorrow dawns upon that smile

Wordle – Hanging Thoughts

Wordle 212

1. Please

2. Cloth

3. Branch

4. Perturbation

5. Dangle

6. Folly

7. Attractancy (n)) the capacity of, especially of a pheromone, to attract)

8. Bolt

9. Treasure

10. Proceed

11. Courtyard

12. Place

The scrap rose colored cloth dangles from the swinging branch. The courtyard, place of treasured folly, teases me to proceed. The razor of attractancy strikes like a bolt from the blue. The perturbation dances with the pleasing thrill of the chase.
My foot falls toward the inevitable.

Brutus

This week’s photo prompt is provided by H.R.R. Gorman. Thank you H.R.R.!

“Do not let Brutus in the bathroom.” I stumble through the words. Remembering how slow and clearly Alicia spoke then to me. “Do not let Brutus in the bathroom.”

The stringy feline rubs against my leg. He cries as he runs a figure eight around me. Apparently he wants me to admire his labor of love. I’m trying to think of where to start cleaning it all up. Toilet paper strewn under the sheets just adds to the expertise of this animal.

“Brutus! What did you do? She’ll kill me for this!” I pull my hair back with my palm. I wonder how to cover it all up.

He looks up at me and meows. His right paw slightly lifted as if to point out the crime scene.

128 words

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The Birds

“The birds. They are toxic!” She yells from her perch above and behind me.

My mind pines to find the faul fowl in question. My eyes catch from whence the chatter originates.

Her expression flies upon her outstretched left wing. Her desperation swopes down like talons.

“Did we not poison the air in which they soar?” I find wind beneath me thoughts. “Did we not poison the water they drink?”

Her hawk like eyes pierce at my gizzard. She frantically struts about her roost. Those eyes never leaving the clutch of her wraith.

“The birds! They are toxic!” Her raven hair flows about her. The fading light of evening paints red feathers within those locks.

“She has been yelling that all day.” The cormorant twists its head back at me. “Robin, her name is Robin.”

I preen my ears. The avian puzzle leaves me nothing to crow about.

Sunday Whirl – Modern Problems

The stick sings as it slashes through the air. The promising cut flies passing the machine that strands all that data in digital netherland. I stare yearning for light in the darkness. My mind’s journey talks to me pitching ways to get even with technology.

FFAW – outside my window

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.
175 words

Season with No Reason

Easement
Ethereal
Exoteric ((adj.) suitable for or communicated to the general public: not belonging, limited, or pertaining to the inner or select circle, as of disciples or intimates: popular, simple, common place
Emulation ((n.) effort or desire to equal or excel others: jealous rivalry)
Edge
Elsewhere
Enough
Equipment
Entry
Erase
Exact
Evil

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

“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.

FFAW- What’s Inside?

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

167 words

Sunday Whirl – Channeling

Voices become unhinged, bruising my listening ears. Vision fails to match what aches could push nerves to their edges. Nails on chalkboard could never blossom in such a manner. I wish I could remember numb or savor the quiet again.

Sadly the remote is lost