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Twilight soon descends, Glistning ‘cicles cease their melt, Silver-shard suspense!
“There was a time when things were different.” Many things were different, Everything was different. Was it a dream or was it Just yesterday? Just yesterday, The weathered, well-pruned arborvitae lay prone ‘neath the blizzardly burden of winter’s shawl, Only (soon) to spring… Continue Reading “Just Yesterday (Speakeasy #147)”
While days and nights of eons fade to black, The same, sad swallow-song pervades my soul “I sat there and waited, but he never came back.” Sitcoms’ sputter; and laugh tracks’ bellow-brash, Can’t smother smooth the sulfur stench of coal, While days and nights… Continue Reading “Fade to Black (Speakeasy #146)”
“I have spent years chasing the tail of my darkness.” I stay to know the man who I may, someday, be, As if by writing in his book, I pen my destiny. I have spent years standing by his side (or just behind), But… Continue Reading “Mask of Silence (Speakeasy #145)”
The 33-word piece that follows, is a parody of Rudolph’s rondo, and a true story, relating my confusion over my tree lights. I had deliberately switched off the lights of our beautifully trimmed Christmas tree, and was on my way up to bed, when… Continue Reading “His Magic Touch”
Today, for the first time, I am entering The Sunday Whirl, a challenge that puts forth a Group of unconnected words, and ask that the writer pull them together into a cohesive piece. For years, I’m witness to a sacred scene: I watch her… Continue Reading “Warbling Underdog”
This post is a “three-fer”: WeeklyPhoto Challege: Habit Studio 30+: Locked Trifextra Weekend Challenge: Buddhist cosmology tells of Trāyastriṃśa, or the Heaven of Thirty-Three gods, which rule over the human realm. This weekend we’re asking for exactly 33 of your own words about a… Continue Reading “Weekly Photo Challenge: Habit “My Dwindling Woodpile””
Written for Write at the Merge, Week 45, using the following prompt: “The third day comes a frost, a killing frost.” William Shakespeare ❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️ And for Trifecta: to use the third definition of CRAFT (noun) 1 : skill in planning, making, or executing : … Continue Reading “Of Rime and Reason”
Standing on the brink, Face turned heavenward, Momentary musings launch my spirit towards distant, mystical, mountain mists, leaving Fall’s ephemeral foreground behind. Suddenly, sensing a glimmer, A hint of hope piercing through the otherwise luster-less, limitless sky; Suddenly, clouds clearing, I understand Salvation