FFAW – Home Fires

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

Allen stirs at the embers of the fire. The flames have grown weary, flickering hesitantly and disappear. The heat still reaches out on long fingers alternating with touches of chill. Undeterred, he fans at them to coax a little more life. Tiny ashen flurries dance around him barely visible in the night.

His face shows the taste of desperation. Lines set about his eyes seem to catch every shadow the palid glow can forge. The conflict of knowing the coldness of tomorrow’s ash and hopes that the flames return fight out within his head. The only response is continuous stirring.

“Seriously, you’re making any chance of talking impossible!” Allen tries to break through the hard exterior of his enraged wife you no avail.

Yet still he stirs the embers going the fire returns.

132 words



It not stealing your breath

It’s you not wanting it back

Its the eyes that sparkle

They plunge me into oblivion

Nothing exists, you and this second

Everything is now a prefect blur

Logic and reality aren’t welcome

Pleasure dances upon the sparks

Sense of heat between us raises

Secrets hide within that smile

My heart skips waiting to see them

I imagine their gossamer stands

Wrapping me tightly in place

Like a bug in the web, waiting

Unsure but pleasantly anxious

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Wordle – Personal Issues

Bonus Superhero

1. Before dawn

2. Wall

3. City

4. Glass

5. Fly

6. Malefactor (n.)) a person who violates the law, a criminal, a person who causes harm to another)

7. Lonely

8. Vanquish

9. Boom

10. Prevaricate (v.)) to speak falsely or misleadingly)

11. Safeguard

12. Peccadillo (n)) a minor offense, a trifling fault)

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

Before dawn, the lonely cockcrow booms through my vanquished city of glass walls. My peccadillos were safeguarded attempts to fly above the fray. Yet you spraypainted my wall with malefactor. Whom prevaricates whom?


Simple Pleasures

Wringing right from wrong

Her form guilt’s panacea

Pleasure immune from details

Afterthoughts are tight chains

Keeping wrong from returning


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Blank Face

Reaching you like

Wrestling smoke rings

Hollow made emptiness

Or is it the other way?

Welcoming yesterday again

A mind trick of better times

Distance removes the barbs

Fantasy, the game of rememberence

No winter night rivals you

No stagehand can out perform you

If there’s every someone there

Deep inside the costume of yours

Do they realize they’re trapped?

Prisoner of self-doubt

Fighter to make-up for losses

Wraith haunting sacred ground

Gentle breezes remove smoke rings

They dissipate into thin air

Only then did we see what there

Truly nothing at all


Warren of Lies – Wordle

Week 171

1. Collapse

2. Reform

3. Oscitant ((adj.) yawning, as with drowsiness; gaping. drowsy or inattentive, dull, lazy, negligent, malaise

5. Strand

6. Syncretism ((n.) the attempted reconciliation or union of different or opposing principles, practices, or parties, as in philosophy or religion.)

7. Warren

8. Barrel

9. Catch

10. Tough

11. Tendency

12. Uncanny

13. Vertebra

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 warren of logic collapses. An uncanny tendency that catches me in a tough spot stranded. The deal of syncretism was to reform the need to use my vertebra.

I look away to avoid my oscitant face giving up worry.



Your need for attention

like the leaves to the wind

Addiction of being front and center

Loneliness drowned in the crowd

Cheers from the alcoholic

Not that you would recognize him

His drink is your “hello”

Does either have a reason to forget

One that is not self-inflicted

Quietly you both fade into the night

However, just you look back


Sunday Whirl – Games without Frontiers

It was clear her taunting use of body was a lesson. With the fury of a war mission, despite the price I would pay, disbelief would be no option. I would slide into the dirt beneath her motives if necessary. I can win this game, or so i thought.


Sunday Whirl – Personalities

You challenge me with a route teeming with pretense. I should jump at the dearth of shock you attempt. How is it possible one could care so lightly? Not as individual drug, nor bulk helps to deal with you.


Saturday Mix – Just to be Sure

“He was such a shallow man. Always try to show he had risen above hi snake like personality. Glad to see you succumb to illness.” Tina kicks dirt into the open grave. Her pale thin face sneaks a peek at the five other mourners. “It’s go to see you in the hole but it should be much further. I’d put you below Hell. Maybe that’s deep enough.”

Tina fakes a dab at her eyes. “They came just to be sure you’re dead also!”


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