dawn’s pink fingers
caress the town awake
softening the darkness
bringing forth the light
he walks alone
fighting recollections
of grim gun-metal days
running through
crimson-spattered streets
dodging snipers
and falling shells
the war is over
but remembered sounds
and bitter memories
remain locked inside
his broken heart.
Image credit: Maksym Harbar @Unsplash
Written in response to Sadje‘s What do You See #101 photo prompt.
far from the cares
of everyday life
away from the sorrows
away from the strife
sitting together
on a distant shore
watching the tide
washing in
washing out
as the sun descends
and the stars appear
breathing in
breathing out
being mindful
just being
Image credit: Yulia Matvienko
A quadrille, written in response to Sadje‘s What do You See #92 photo prompt.
The image shows two lego mini-figures sitting on pavement. Batman has an ice cone and Superman has an ice lolly!
Sunlight filters through burgeoning branches,
sparkles on pond bright water.
Birdsong fills the garden,
while insects drone.
Warm spring air lies heavy with jasmine scent
And this morning
In this moment,
All seems right with the world.
It was isolated. Very isolated. No one for miles and miles.
That was what she wanted, what she’d planned for.
And what she needed.
The house was almost on an island. Just a rickety wooden bridge led to the lakeside.
Otherwise, just water. She could hear it lapping, gently.
On the rocks below.
She unpacked her things. Not much. Who would need much here, alone?
No-one to please, no-one to dress up for.
No-one to dress for.
Just her, the house and the elements; the water, the sky and the sound of nothing much.
She breathed in the cold air. Threw her arms wide.
She was part of it.
She had all the time she wanted now, for this would be her final journey.
She would simply be swallowed up.
Into the landscape.
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