Some days are like homes Spewing bombs at the whole world, Unable to blow.   My little finger Is ashamed to write out pain Or paint grief in blood.   I sometimes want to Strap myself in ecstasy Without any brakes.  

  I frolic in the garden of gods and goddesses with fairies and figments of my id. I frolic on roads with lotus flowers and chalices of rum, on pastoral roads with warm breezes, lack of scrutiny and amoral love. I stand naked in moonlight…

The mindless serenity of unsatisfying indulgence and the haughty want that pretends to be the origin of all art. Call it a love song, the birds chirping screaming in the morning wings beating claws scraping a brief burst of violence called a moment of passion….

Deep sigh release as cranes grace the waters edge sparkling a ripple across glass a crimson blanket has given the sky a moment for me to stretch my limbs into submission while fire dances before my eyes my feet find the rhythm my heart finds…

Pink and orange light percolating through wisps of pale white Salt spray and sand caress the skin Crash of surf harmonizing with seagull squawk Clunk of coconut dropping on jagged rock volcanic Smell of surfboard wax mingling with drying seaweed stench Eyes squinting against sunrise…

Night has always been so boring unless you touched my body, where your cuddle is soothing makes my heart hooting. The night brings screams of love you kiss me most, the way hate is lost. Flight is your and mine I want all nights just…

Genius At Work My desk is littered with lists do this by then, that before when, remember this, don’t forget that and when I need to find the thing that is chomping at my to-do clock, that thing I know I need to do now,…

  Your lips gently graze mine Our hands melded together Their warmth touching my heart The ocean mist caresses our cheeks The sun begins it’s dip Blazing the sky with soft yellows, soothing pinks A hint of deep purple Birds swipe at the sky with…

By Ajanta Judd All Rights Reserved – 4am 27/06/2020 Australian EST Prompt 6: Write about your ideal day using only imagery and sensory details. It is fine if it is fragmentary.   {Ideal Day} Sunrise is strewn with brilliant pink and orange hues Thick mist…

Slowly I wake up and stretch The sun streams in the room I get out of bed and my Day begins to bloom I shuffle into the kitchen for That cup of humanity As I wait for it to brew I inhale the scent of…