Sapphire blue

Sapphire blue

Piercing sky resets eyes

Clear autumn air livelives

Colors of trees flavor world

Energy channels

Warm days refresh world

Cool nights remind us of change

Squeezing last of the warmth

Sapphire blue

Numbs the future chills

Hoping for Indian Summer

Remembering the summer

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Serenity

My hands mold clay

The more it moves

The less it calms

Like distance breezes

Believing stirs tiny change

Calmness comes from inspiration

Exhaustion slows the mind

Acceptance is the dream

Inside we build fortresses

Perhaps one day it’ll come

Serenity seldom climbs walls

It is the clay we mold

The ball we smash

Over and over again

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.

Sorrow

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.

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

Quiet of the Night

My conscious walks the halls

Footsteps of earlier events go by

What if’s hang in the air like dust

Pieces of unresolved items shimmer

I pretend it doesn’t matter at all

Still the footsteps ring out

My mind fits puzzle pieces together

I have no idea of the image

Just assure myself it matters

Sleep drifts to others as I ponder

Paths lead somewhere I don’t know

I pretend I do again tonite

As my conscious walks the halls

As it is below

I jump into the water

Waves swallow me whole

Caresses of silent cocoon

Sole sensation drowns the world

Sound of heartbeats echo

Their drumbeats drive me on

I’m searching blind inside

It consists me somehow

Isolation brings out myself

Filters lost on dry land

Immersion therapy my calling

Serenity wakes my soul

I channel through the water

Dreading the world above

Doubt

Sure about that?

Simple questions

Most difficult answers

Memory sanitize thoughts

Of course, I didn’t…

But wait there was…

Nevermind it was long ago

Maybe didn’t think first

No harm, no crime

Life is lived in greyscale

We keep saying it wrong

Everything is black and white

Just not in reality

We play facts away

Still holding truths distant

Surely, I know I’m right

I’m the one remembering

What was the question anyway?

Figment

Somewhere in the distance

Thoughts hide from today

Warmed by a far off Sun

Chilled by mountain breeze

They tantalize with shadows

Torment with faint smells

Messages in braille to the sighted

Enigma are their names

Like a memory they fade