Two Sentence Tuesday #35

            Every time she watched the golden morning sun climb the horizon, she was crazy enough to believe that anything was possible. Whenever she had watched that weary sun set, however, she couldn’t help but feel she had been wrong.  

Two Sentence Tuesday #27

            The sinking tangerine sun created ripples of scarlet, fuchsia, and pink across the fading sky as it disappeared below the western horizon. As the festival of celestial colors sparkled in her eyes, she couldn’t help but feel… underwhelmed.  

Dying in a Dream

Dying in a Dream

I lie on the simmering asphalt.

Warm vitality drips unsympathetically 

From this mortal piercing

And coldness lazily oozes over me

Like the slow trickle of melting ice.

I lie, the observer of a still-life portrait;

Of houses, of hills, of sunset…

I can see them all,

Falling further and further

Beyond my grasp; becoming unfocused.

I lie and wait for the grim finale…

When existence fades to black.

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.

City Sunset

City Sunset

By Brandon Palzkill

Beyond the window, through the glass,

I watch the golden sun go down.

It sinks below the endless ground

as darkness spreads across the grass.

The nighttime adds a touch of class

as lights ignite the busy town,

beyond the window, through the glass,

I watch the golden sun go down.

And there, a strolling lad and lass;

she, in her resplendent gown,

he, in trousers, neat and brown;

lost to shadow, once they pass;

beyond the window, through the glass.