Two Sentence Tuesday #43

           Everyone remembers the night the skies burned. How often do you see threads of tangerine flame winding through obsidian clouds? 

Every Little Bit

 I’d love nothing more than to impart a sampling

Of tantalizing verse to brighten up your soul

When it’s grayed with weariness… I truly would.

Unfortunately, I’m feeling bereft of any poetic

Sensibilities, today, so the most I can offer is this:

Close your eyes and picture sodden magnolias,

Silky and pale, lying upon a luxuriantly grassy bed.

A cool September breeze laps up their perfume

And bathes you as you laze away the afternoon,

Picking out shapes in the opaline clouds, above…

…does that do anything for you?

Two Sentence Tuesday #10

As the mysterious spacecraft descended through the clouds, wide rays of light projected from a device on its aft hull that closely resembled a thick black television antenna. Everything touched by the beam’s glow was instantly swallowed in a flood of barbarous green flames.

Nighttime Drive

Nighttime Drive

Misty tangerine

Explosions in onyx clouds…

A storm’s rolling in.

Oneiromancy

Oneiromancy (The Surprise Party)

February’s final days had diminished

And I dreamt apocalyptic dreams

Of hellfire threads weaving infernal

Tapestries throughout perpetually

Unbroken raven-hued clouds.

I wandered without the slightest

Breath of hope as the ground shook

And snuffed away beneath my wary feet,

Cascading into the molten abyss,

From where all life began,

And closing the circle.

Around me, crowds of broken people

Despaired at the unforeseen end;

The lunatics ran rampant through

Arkham,

While the children curled up

On the streets in the pouring rain

And wept for Neverland… forever lost.

Then there I was, awash in shame,

Staring down at bloodied, bone-bare

Knuckles… my badge of rejected honor

After a moment of weakness,

And wondering if we

Deserved this horror in obsidian and fire…

Did we reap what we had sown?

And yet… as flesh melted from my limbs,

The sun broke on a raw

February morning and I found myself

Not standing at the end of all things,

But walking a continuing, sign-less journey

To the middle…

…happy birthday to me.

30 Day Poetry Challenge - Day Nine

Day Nine - Write a poem while doing something else.

April Showers

Sorrowful misty fogs swallow

The dreary world beyond my door

As the deluge fiercely

Blows down around us.

Pearly beads clinging tightly

To crusted, gray branches

Bend the beaten limbs down

In a hasty freedom-bid,

Falling with an abrupt splash

Into thick, murky pools below.

I sit by an unfriendly window

And watch their concentric rings;

I watch heavy water ballistics

Pepper the rumbling pane

As a cold, shivering aura

Stirs me through the glass.

I look to the unfriendly skies;

A break in the clouds

Seems a long-forgotten dream,

Yet as the sky bares gloomy teeth,

It intrigues and seduces me...

I simply must go outside.

 

Moonrise

Moonrise

Lazy moon, slumbering,

Nestled on a cloudy bed…

Time to rise and shine.