Two Sentence Tuesday #34

            His clock chimed “GO TO SLEEP!”, as he stared sorrowfully at his computer screen during a fruitless scavenger hunt for anything resembling a good idea. Spectacularly failing that, he sought meaningful words of encouragement from his truest friend, Johnnie Walker. 

Sunset on the Emerald Isle

Sunset on the Emerald Isle

I sat beneath a mahogany coffee table,

Wading through seas of optimistic verse

Scratched on lcd parchment with digital ink.

Longing for a smoke break (I don’t smoke),

I propelled my prose temporarily out of my

Thoughts and let my wearily eager fingers

Flutter through my Google homepage,

Where I gawked at headlines on the virtual

Newsstands, hoping for an eye-catcher

Distraction to cleanse my mental palate,

But I found a blue, pixelated jaw-dropper

To leave a Duracell aftertaste in my mouth.

Gone, you are, like a broken universe-cog;

Tooth-cracked and discarded from the whole,

While the wheels turn resolutely onward.

Steady clock ticks reverberated throughout

The empty room as I had absorbed every

Bitter drop of unwelcome news, forcing

My disconcerted mind to wander miles away,

To the quiet cascades of leafy imagination

Guidebooks stacked upon my dusty shelves.

I remembered your earthen tomes of tempered

Scribbling that painted masterful portraits

Of the lush emerald home I’d never known.

I longed to reach out and find your words,

But your books slept lazily beyond my grasp,

Oblivious to your permanent departure,

And my only form of commiseration came

There, at the mahogany coffee table,

When I dove back into my ocean of work,

To bravely shoulder your abandoned flag;

To observe the world through your eyes

And shine your influence beyond your days.

Melete

Melete

She, the poet’s enchanting muse,

Inspires his soul and guides his hand.

She paints his world the richest blues,

She, the poet’s enchanting muse.

And those, whose wandering eyes peruse

The poet’s words, will understand,

She, the poet’s enchanting muse

Inspires his soul and guides his hand.