I used to be weird

Life and it’s square pegs

Against my well rounded thoughts

Age has changed me

Scars are flags won now

I drift subject to subject

Rather than wander aimlessly

Well others saw aimlessly

My horizons changed

My journals filled twice over

The lion’s heart always roars

We just change the pitch

I look upon my younger people

They count in differences

While I count in similarities

However I know they too will change

Weird grows into peculiar

Yet We booth see the other strange


Journeys About

Some journeys start before you do

Hidden paths that belie our feet

Mystical lands of fairy tales

The things we think we seek

Life twists and turns change

Fruits beared upon known vines

Scents of strange flowers guide us

We awake in far different places

They look the same but never are

Trees have moved, sights shifted

Only then do we see a change

We realize the world moved by us

Mountain Whispers

Mountains whisper to me

Their soft low voice

Intertwined with morning mist

Their trees sing with leaves

Distance birds repeat the chorus

Even the wind accompanies

It’s a song of nature and peace

Tranquility that steel and glass lack

My mind discoveries calm

Like a disease spreading like fire

It engulfs who I am

Lighting a path even in daylight

Mountains whisper to me

But you have to wander to hear them

Captured Moments

Moments hang like spider webs

I see them sparkle in the light

Sight unseen once I look away

Much like the past forgotten quickly

I pretend they no longer matter

Trash strewn across my timeline

Emptiness imposed upon them

It distances the effect upon me

Distraction from where I was

Whom I tangled my past among

Calling them memories changes them

Breaths life into their shadows

I prefer them on the periphery

No one gets hurt that way

Wordle – Shut In

Week 199

Scrimshank ((v.) to avoid one’s obligations/duties; to shirk)
Torporific (n.)) causing lethargy)

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 cellmate calls me a martyr. I review the larder’s contents, empty save small potatoes. I despise scrimshanking despite my obvious negligible position. I look over my shoulder at the much malign reflection staring back at me.

Restlessness in my lack of operation still leaves me panting. My thoughts mail letters of torporific passages. For want of motivation my home turned prison.



Cleansing cascade

Debris scattering away

Plants embrace the onslaught

Dark clouds

Lightning opening skies

Winds born far away

Plunder leaves and flowers

Rain crashes down

It sweeps away people

Nature suddenly conquers world

Thunder accentuates the fragile hold

FFAW – Child’s Play

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

“Do you want to play a game?” Her little eyes flash as she waves fat pencil & paper.

“Sure.” I hide my grimace from little niece “How about we teach you a new game, Bella?”

She smiles “What makes you think you can win if we change games?”

I look at her amid a half hearted smile. She doesn’t know it’s a game you can’t win.

“Yeah, you’re really good at this one.” I lie like we sprayed like to children. So they may believe they can do anything.

89 words

Phoenix of a Different Feather

I compress my ashes

The cold remnants of past

Their wistfulness scatters them

Each one a memory or thought

A scent or taste, a feel, a sound

Not every two points make a line

They lead to wells of the soul

Answers without questions to ask

Dreams from the awaken mind

Enigmatic truths starting blankly

They gray eyes return me to the ash

Mysteries consumed by unknowns

The flames being strangers to the fire

I still hold the match

Tomorrow I will burn again

My hands will form myself once more

I will ponder the things that were

I will divine what is to come for me

The more I search the answer

The further the questions become

Wordle – Lasso Saloon

Bonus Wild West

Cactus Wine ((n.) made with tequila and peyote)
Victuals or Vittles (n.)) food supplies, provisions)
Churlish ((adj.) rude)

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

The Lasso Saloon rumbles with a cacophony of voices and string music. My ears perk up at the jingle of spurs. I try to guess the identity. Is it outlaw, lawman or random gunslinger?

I pour another shot of cactus wine. I hang the glass up to drip dry. My right hand feels for my holster. I feign ignorance to the sound.

The slam of my vittles on the table makes me jump. The curlish wench storms away.

The old west fades to tourist trap. I sigh and pull good toward me.

Reaching Up

I touched the sky

My trembling hands stretched

Clouds danced against fingers

My stress fading ever so quickly

Shadows my eyes cast removed

Color soaring across grey memories

I remember today to breathe deeply

I remember today to smile

Distant thoughts set free to drift

Far away the problems seem small

I touched the sky

Hands steady as a rock

Tonite I dream in peace