Distant Thunder

I look up to the skies

Sapphire blue stretches

Feathers of white scatter about

My eyes search for storms not there

My ears hear thunder still

Cool wind hints of moisture

It stirs humid stagnant air

Faint smells are carried to me

I know it but it still eludes identity

Still I hear distant thunder

The dryness of the soil calls

It speaks in cracks and groans

Once fertile harbor for floral beauty

Slowly the green leaves the landscape

It hopes it hears thunder

Forgotten Rain Gods watch on

Helpless as they are now nameless

Their tears no longer flow to the ground

Theirs is a hope that nature answers soon

They feel the distant thunder

Still I stare at the blue sky

Depth without substance again

I do not wish to curse the light again

My heart waits without patience

For that distant thunder

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Wordle – That Person

Credit: Candice of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie


1. Drab

2. Envy

3. Counterweight

4. Correspond

5. Qualify

6. Ginger

7. Revolve

8. Deasil

9. Finite

10. Pressurize

11. Postpone

12. Thewless – Adjective. thewless (not comparable) (obsolete) Lacking morals or virtue. Lacking vigour or energy; listless; weak; nerveless

I’m postponing the next corresponding move. She knows I’ll make a deasil path. There’s are finite ways to revolve within her drab ginger world. Best to approach thewlessly, any signs of envy must be counterweighted by contempt. Her personality pressurize the simplest thingsn like saying ‘hello’

Knightly Treats

I pass the old black tower alone. The late Sun rays tell my presences. My shot at passing without being called upon seems to fade. I fiddle eighth my hands. Thoughts of becoming a treat for the legendary dragon named Honey harms my spirits.

Nature Cries

Rain falls like tears

Soft splashes almost caress

Birds sing undercover of trees

Leaves glistening in overcast light

Rising smell of Earth

Breathing freely from dust

Wholesome color chases pallid crust

Flowers stands tall pedals fully back

Gentle rain soothes air

Breezes find their way forward

They wrap around all there is

Blistering Sun hides while life dances

Still falls light rain

Restoring what is needed

Watering future dreams and hopes

Begging you to dance within it touch

Resisting the Wind

I used to love the wind

The sound of a distant gale

It crawls towards you

Low pitch groans resonant

High pitch whistles scream

Then the seasons changed

Heavy growls thundered from the East

Shrieks wailed ripping upon open ears

Chaos divided the landscape in pits

Creatures barely known spew forth

They speak from boisterous tomes

Hallowed be their entitled repression

They call me brother

I cringe visibly

They call me problem

It comforts me

They weaponize my words

Incomprehensible to them

I sleep during the day

My dreams comfort my nights

Blocking out the wind

Price that sanity costs

Hope is in the change

Action soon will be needed

#resist

Wordle – Splitting Away

Week 194

1. Tangible

2. Alien

3. Duck

4. Enhance

5. Revert

6. Garnet

7. Possessive

8. Dissolution

9. Objurgate

10. Quickening

11. Possibility

12. Decathect (v)) to withdraw one’s feelings of attachment from (a person, idea, or object), as in anticipation of a future loss)

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

“What’s left?” I search for tangible signs of life here. “Maybe an alien, or possibility a duck in garnet….”

Reality reverts is possessive grip upon me. My trance state objurgates me for allowing it’s dissolution. My pulse quickening as anxiety enhances the importance of my next move.

“I decathect your thoughts! I’m done!” I wait for reality’s response.

Hope

Behold little gem of light

I wish to hold it

My cupped hands warm

It spreads thinner across them

Finally disappearing into air

My eyes see light rays twinkling

As if magic dust created on touch

But it is gone away

In my heart I know its name

My nose traces little evidence

My ears deaf to its existence

But the glimmer of hope

Never fully fades from sight

Dancer

I have danced this dance

Fallen backward knowing

The landing always awkward

But the recovery blissful

It’s the assertions within the music

Questions the rhythm of the gears

Dreams are always a soft landing

When they leave you sailing perfect

But every dancer falls

Falling in style, a memory

Decoration Day

In a land far away, we took apart a great nation. Hundreds of thousands died & were wounded in the hope a nation born to be free could overcome itself. Today, we should look back to see were we came from.

Following the American Civil War, in 1868 the first national observance of a regional traditional event gained ground. Tokens & personal mementos were placed to honor those who lost their lives in battle. Honoring the dead was not an option but the survivors duty to respect ther fallen.

We can not hallow these grounds ad those who came before us gave so much. (paraphrasing here). Whether you have served (thank you) or not, it’s important we remember. Families were shattered to preserve what wer have. I can not, will not participate in the strife of today on this day. We call it Memorial Day on US. Past is forgotten ad it may offend.

Ther Confederate States of America handed is this day (and Department of Justice too). Honor was part of their society, so were other things we don’t wish to carry on.

Thank you to those in harm’s way. We can never repay you for the sacrifices

Doppelgänger

My mirror sees you perfectly.
Others see me as crazy
You move the opposite as me
Gazes from similar eyes
Setting up The other side
I have no mind like yours
But believe in your intention
The mention of you shakes me
I lie about you in the mirror
Surely your legs work like mine
There are times I’m told
Your not yourself and I know
Whom they speak of then
I get tricked by your smile
But soon the world will know
My doppelgänger, isn’t me.

Doppelgänger