Inspired by Eugenia’s Weekly Prompt – Jubilant
as we weave towards our end
rushing insanely
the bends slow us down
moments of floating
pleasurable and relaxing
harnessing our strength
the undertow
at times
sucking us down
yet jubilant moments
keep us bobbing
on the river of life
time trickles to near stop
and the river bed dries to dust
as we weave towards our end
Inspired by Sadje’s What do you see #108
they’d made it out
of the concrete jungle
the surroundings now
pleasant and uplifting
no police chases at 3 am
or ambulance runs shortly thereafter
birds whistling greeted them now
fresh, sweet-smelling air
wafted through the windows
chores made more pleasant
by a pleasing atmosphere
life was good!
the day started out
as any other
a hot, satisfying breakfast
lunches being made
cheeks and lips kissed goodbye with a smile
she looked forward to her day
the lady of the house
showered, primped, and dressed
she headed for the grocery store
tonight would be a special occasion
a celebration of his promotion
the fruits of his efforts to get ahead
she didn’t hear the car approach
as she closed the front door
and began to lock the deadbolt
her hand slipped from the keys
when the first bullet hit
the second one ripped through the back of her head
and pierced the wooden frame
her body crumpled to the ground
blood oozing rhythmically from her fatal wounds
a last thought crossed her mind
before fading into darkness
“the grass wasn’t greener on the other side”
Inspired by Eugenia’s Weekly Prompt – Haunting & Reena’s Exploration Challenge #204 – Filter
their cries are haunting me
i wish i could filter out
or at least dim the torment
of the wailing
of those not yet pronounced dead
hopefully soon
shrieks reduced to whimpers
then silence
on hallow’s eve
The mission was to murder all the men on the beaches of Florida in broad daylight. What a time to be alive! We stuck tight together as we got them one by one, by boat and on foot, coming at them from both sides. We were speedy and efficient.
My weapon of choice, a machete; others preferred their machine guns. They thought I left too much space for error or getting killed. Perhaps, but I liked murder up close. Death is where I found my happy place.
I smiled, hearing the men gasping for air, drawing in deep, raspy breaths.
the monumental woes
sudden jolts to the psyche
a shock of endless wounding ripples
splintering into a cascade of emotions
gigantic internal rifts open in us
flayed open in a jagged void
our mind, body and soul
doing the symbiotic dance of intense unease
putrid words heat up inside needing purged
they force themselves up and out unintelligibly
hot screamed tears flow down anguished cheeks
our reality forever changed
in time we hush our voice to gutteral moans
the liquid from our eyes slows to a trickle
the suffering seals us up within ourselves
and the sadness clings to every fiber in our being
arthritic pain felt everywhere there are no bones
living is hard
Will we?
I shall miss the dandelion
as surely as the sun
and I will miss the end of rain
when the storm is run
I shall miss the lies of days
which promise comforts new
and the guile of midnight’s ways
of dreams that don’t come true
I shall miss the aches of age
that torment me out of bed
though more than all in life’s great plan
I’ll miss wishing I was dead.
Inspired by Sadje’s What do you see #89
consciousness appears
as if out of nowhere
bits and slices of memories
dot the timeline
on this journey
going towards the white light
each ride is different
of course
some experience many tumbles
along the way
others coast as if effortless
no worse for the wear
yet the hope is for an exquisite run
filled with exhilaration and joy
experiencing terrific sights
on this adventure
bouncing to new heights
without so much as a scratch
with hope our final turn towards the blind takes us gently
Inspired by Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Meadows
with meadows harvested
another season ends
the heavy tan clouds
dot the grass predictably
this scenery reminding us
sustenance comes at a price
curled up in the end
and whisked away from the land
The visual that this piece evokes almost has you imagining the leaves beneath your feet. But there’s so much more there too. Lovely!
The Brighton Plaza Cinema 5/2/21 – Katherine
In the hushed theater, the lights were dimming, and the opening credits began to roll out. The movie’s familiar theme song filled the darkened room, setting the mood for what was to come. Katherine wiggled herself into a more comfortable position, looking forward to seeing a rerun of her favorite classic, “Love Story.” She was in a mood for tears, knowing this movie would get her there. Katherine felt a bit lost this last week. After being dumped by her recent love interest, the accompanying sadness and anger had built up. It was time to just let it all go. Isolating from her friends probably hadn’t been the best idea, but she felt stupid that she’d fallen for his spiel hook, line, and sinker. He was a con man, swindling her out of a lot of money. She was handling her emotions as best she could, considering how it all ended. This movie would be a cleanse for her. Katherine was sure of it.
With her big bucket of butter slathered popcorn, a Kit Kat bar for a break from the greasy saltiness, and a large drink to wash down all the indulgences, she was ready to indulge in the over-the-top romance of this film. The boy meets girl, boy and girl fall in love, girl gets a terminal illness, then boy loses girl saga wasn’t just any old romance tale, it was like the Gone with the Wind of love tales. Ali McGraw and Ryan O’Neal were so in sync in this movie. It was no wonder it became a box office hit of the time and had, to this day, remained one for the younger generations too. The chemistry between the lovebirds was perfect and so natural, like a match made in heaven. It really was a shame she died in the end, but that’s why Katherine was here; she needed a good cry. And cry she did, buckets full.
Katherine had to sit there for a moment once the lights came back up. Dabbing at her face with the unused napkins, she cleaned her tear-stained cheeks. Katherine was super careful not to smear her mascara, pushing very lightly around her eyes. She wondered if she looked puffy.
It seems she’d purchased the right amount of concessions; nothing was coming home with her. Movie theater popcorn usually got stale if she took it home, so she was glad she could toss the empty bucket along with her candy wrapper and soda cup into the trash bin on the way out. The straw crossed her mind as she walked towards the exit. Hopefully, it wouldn’t end up in the ocean or a turtle’s nose.
As she passed the rows of people, Katherine was curious why a few of them laughed, and others looked very serious. They must be some stone-cold individuals; he lost the love of his life, people! She just shook her head and kept walking.
Katherine did feel better. This movie was just what she needed today.
TO BE CONTINUED ON TUESDAY…
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