Revive

Piet Mondriaan

Artwork by Piet Mondriaan

Kindle the embers

Of my once raging fire

Thaw my icy heart

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Posted in response to Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille.

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One Love, Forever.

“But Now I must sleep.”

“In the cemetery?” Cara shuttered, whether from the chill in the air or fear she couldn’t tell. Either way she did not want to stop here for any reason.

“It’s as good a place as any.” Peter sighed as he lowered his weary body to the soft earth.

“You can’t rest there. That’s someone’s grave.”

Peter ignored her and stretched out his limbs, lying on his back. Cara looked at the man in front of her, this man she barely knew. The day he walked into her small town was the day nothing else mattered. He was perfect in every way. His long dark hair, his tall stature. His skin seemed to glow in the sun.

Cara jumped from a sudden surge in her toes. Peter’s cool skin brushed hers as he slowly traced his hand over the delicate bones of her foot.

“This is what I want to remember, these moments with you. Uninterrupted by the world and its cruel ways.”

He always seemed to talk as if he was saying goodbye. Was he going to leave her? She sat beside him wanting to close the gap between them. As if reading her mind he pulled her down so that their bodies were as close as they possibly could be. The energy was undeniable, raging yet sad all at once. Why did it feel like an ending every time they were together?

“I will always love you,” He whispered in her ear. She closed her eyes and drifted to sleep with his hands still stroking her hair.

As the sun rose from behind the hill peter rose from his resting place, grimacing as his joints groaned in agony.

“Until later, my Love.”

Peter hobbled away, turning to look at the grave again.

Cara Moreau

1936-1960

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This story got an honorable mention over at Microcosms. A big thanks goes out to the judge, Geoff Holme.

A Library Pickup Line

Your shelves are like deep pools of stories

told only to me

I willingly drown in your words

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Written for Three Line Tales: Week Five

Refresh My Darkened Soul

Yesterday was National Poetry Day in the UK. I had planned on posting this but life got in the way. Anyway, even though I live in the US, I still wanted to celebrate this wonderful day and I did write a poem which I submitted to Three Line Thursday. Hope you like it!

Photo by: Matt Adamik

Photo by: Matt Adamik

 

Your call is like a cool drink of water. Replenish.
My veins sing your song,
As my soul tries to shine again

 

 

 

Check it Out!

Light-Lines-Cover

Three Line Thursday released their first anthology comprised of the winning poems from year one!

“Light Lines: A Three Line Thursday Anthology. The idea for Three Line Thursday was born from Grace Black’s love of brevity and all things artistic. In a disposable, throwaway world our ever decreasing attention spans still seek moments of inspiration; Grace refuses to believe poetry is dead. Poetry is, however, evolving and has always been an effective way of conveying emotive resonance. Think saying more with less is easy—think again! This anthology showcases some of the best works in brevity during Three Line Thursday’s first year along with some of the talented artists and photographers that contribute to TLT each week. Dive in and see what Three Lines is all about—” -Amazon Description

I, sadly, did not win in year one but I love contributing my three lines each week and I can’t wait to get my hand on this book! I will keep at it in year two and who knows, maybe I’ll be in the next one!

Get your copy HERE (US)

Get your copy HERE (UK)

Conversations with a 6 year old: “Bullies”

Photo from Google Images

Photo from Google Images

 

Son #1: “Dad, some girls were being mean to me and called me names at school.”

Daddy: “Oh?”

Son#1: “Yeah! They called me sugarbuns! And G called me cupcake! I’m not going to be her friend anymore because she called me cupcake!”

Carry Me Away

Blowin' in the wind. CC2.0. Photo by: Simon Harrod

Blowin’ in the wind. CC2.0. Photo by: Simon Harrod

Like the wind

rushing at the leaves

turn my world upside down

expose what’s underneath

and when I fall

carry me away

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Submitted for #SpokenWord Wednesday at #FieryVerse.

Prompt: Turning

I Love You – Flash Fiction

“I love you.”

“You’re only saying that because I gave you candy,” Tina said, blushing and twirling her pigtails.

“Maybe. You got anymore?”

“You’ve gotta kiss me first, Max,” she teased and jumped off the swings.

“Gross! Girl cooties!”

“Better run, or I’m gonna get you!” Tina giggled as she chased Max around the play ground.

*****

“I love you.”

“You’re only saying that because I got you the comic book,” Tina said, throwing away the wrapping paper.

“Maybe. It really is the grEAtest present.”

“Voice crack much?” Tina laughed so hard milk came out her nose.

“Shut up!” His voice cracked again. Tina hit the floor in a hysterical fit of laughter.

*****

“I love you.”

“You’re only saying that because I helped you with your homework,” Tina stretched out on his bed, soaking in the moments he wanted to be around her.

“Maybe. I’d flunk if it weren’t for you.”

“Yeah you would.”

“Shut up!” Max jumped on her to give her a pinch.

*****

“I love you.”

“You’re only saying that because I helped you get the job,” Tina looked at the man in the tie standing in front of her.

“Maybe. I could have landed it myself I think.”

“HA!”

“Shut up…it could have happened!” Max grabbed her wrist when she turned away.

*****

“I love you.”

“You’re only saying that because I said it first,” Max said as he looked at the beautiful woman before him.

“Maybe. Or maybe I was just waiting for you to mean it,” Tina said, glancing down at the ring on her finger.

“I love you, Tina.”

“I love you too, Max.”

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Written for Cracked Flash week 8

Word Count: 268