Round and round the light did turn
casting shapes upon the waves
dolphins leap and waters churn
imaginings mortal memory saves
ships of wood and men of steel
twisted tales from days of old
siren’s dirge the bells doth peal
from waters deep and bitter cold
For Crimsons Creative Challenge #113
also linked to JusJoJan #8
Til next time ~stay trippy hippies ~JP
For Crimson’s Creative Challenge 109
Lovers Leap
Waves pound against the beach
far below the “lovers leap”
tourists come to gawk in vain
searching for the charred remains
where lovers leapt to their demise
their dirge a seagull’s mournful cry
rest they here beyond sorrow’s reach
as waves pound against the beach
Til next time ~Peace ~JP
For Sue Vincent’s Thursday Write Photo
Along the Causeway
Somewhere along the causeway
it fell from deadened fingers
a splash, a wave, it sank away
catching a moment’s glimmer
before it’s gone forever
A shiny silver keepsake
a sign of love for years
break the chains that bind
washed away by sea and tears
never to be seen again
Sometimes love is lost
but life is gained
when we release
the heart break’s pain
and learn to love again
The Dance — Garth Brooks
Til next time ~Stay safe, stay sane, stay sanitized ~JPP
“My whole world is lit by the glow of your love.” ~JPP
For the Tuesday Photo Prompt: Glow
Til next time ~Peace ~Jpp
For Sue’s weekly photo prompt #writephoto
Dawn
Dawn breaks above the snowy hills
cast away dark fear and ills
beyond the clouds, bright color spills
The night was long, dark and cold
nightmares flee as dawn unfolds
’til the sky is bright with colors bold
Colors dim now blossom bright
blends of purple a warming sight
now herald the coming of the light
Til next time ~Peace ~JPP
The Dead Lands
The stacks still spewed their poison into the air, the barrels of deadly poisons lay unbroken on the ground. A beleaguered Lady Earth had ripped away her own skin to be rid of the invading humans, leaving naught but scorched rock. The Dead Lands they were called. Continue reading “The Dead Lands”
Meeting at the Bistro
She sat in the bistro looking out at the scene on the sidewalk, taking in the wild cacophony of sound and color that was the energy of this city. Her latte sat untouched, next to an empty notebook as she played the tourist. Solanj looked around, she would have preferred a more private setting for this meeting but the man claimed to have information about her sister’s attackers so she hadn’t tried too hard to change the location of the meet. Continue reading “Meeting at the Bistro”
For Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge # 6
While there are no definitive style or word limits, I suggest trying to keep your posts to under 300 words.
The Road Ahead – Fandango Flash Fiction Challenge #6
There it was. The road that lead to Avonlea. Siofra gazed down at the long, long black line through the wastelands. Just last year the old road had blazed it’s trail through the prairie grasses. Lush and green, dotted with wildlife, it had been a beautiful drive. But that was before the Two Day War. Most of the world’s population had perished in two days, millions more in the aftermath. Then had come the nuclear winter and the holocaust summer. Savage wind storms had ripped through the world turning grasslands and forests to deserts. Continue reading “The Road Ahead – Fandango Flash Fiction Challenge #6”
How long? How long had she been doing this? Sarah looked down from her lofty perch atop the Ferris Wheel. As the neon glare all but blocked out the stars, Sarah reminisced about a time when it was not so. So long ago when this had been flat farm land. Before the touch of modern buildings and streets it had been beautiful.
Sarah sighed, how she missed the trappings of ages long gone. Her short Katana blade, concealed by a long leather duster, was all that remained of her old life. Sometimes being an immortal just sucked.
Word count 97
Til next time ~Peace ~JPP
The full moon was high overhead as the trio began to slog their way up the hill. There at the summit, the final contest would take place. This was the big game for all the marbles, live or die. Sam checked his shotgun, sawed off to an illegal length, the scatter pattern was sure to take a man’s head clean off. Or at least incapacitate one until Kyna could come at them with her blessed katana sword. Guaranteed to lop a head clean off, she had done more than her share of killing. Buzz finished out their trio with a deadly combination of weighted aluminum baseball bat and sturdy flame thrower.
The three reached the turn off at high noon lane. The last of the zombie hoard would die here in Tombstone, at the O.K. corral.
word count 136
For Crimson’s Creative Challenge
Til next time ~Peace ~JPP
