The canopy of stars overhead create the perfect backdrop. Phoebe reflects bright white on the placid lake. Wading in I begin to panic as water creeps over hips, breastbone, eyes. Chill envelopes. Darkness consumes. I think, “Tell my mother I did it for glory.”
Category: Miscellaneous
Breath of Words
The breastbone, a canopy for the heart and lungs Breathe deeply, a full moon of oxygen into the soul Close the eyes to look deep into the lake of the mind Breathe out until there is nothing left to spare Do not panic: revel in…
Only 16
At midnight, ‘neath the night sky’s glorious canopy, the banana moon shown down upon our town’s polluted lake. My spare frame lay uncomfortably upon her breastbone as we reclined in the backseat of her 2013 Jeep Grand Cherokee. She said, “Don’t panic. I know this…
Ritual For Happiness (Prompt #12)
Moon above me so high, Hear me speak, hear me cry! The Universe shares it glory! And I seek a happier story. A canopy of flowers in my head, As I softly lie in my bed, I see myself at a peaceful lake… A longing to reveal,…
Missing, 10.
Panic wears off Lake life returns to retro glory days Of teenage boys hanging off of jeeps Holding soda pops And teenage girls lounging under canopies giggling about the boys The disappearance of ten high school kids the spring before stings the town less and…
#12 Midnight paddle
Out on the Lake A canopy of cloud covers the moon For a moment I panic Losing my way My heart pounding against my breastbone The lantern shows itself in all it’s glory I paddle ashore, my spare body grateful
Haibun – Heaven’s Gate (Prompt 6)
Heaven’s Gate These things sometimes happen. The words were cold, impersonal. Intended to be comfort? Condolence? It didn’t matter. The sound was little more than the haunting incantation of a grim reaper draped in a white lab coat, Death with a professional bedside manner. The…
Hour 10…Praise Time travel fast forward and rewind.
Praise The sun, the air, and water are staples to the life we hold so dear. I wish it were that simple, I swear. To love and to share. To love with your whole heart, and care that is the ultimate dare. A dare to…
Hour Twelve
How do I like the view, you ask? The lake is dead water the moon a glory-hole cut in the sky’s canopy through which the gods fuck us, and speaking of fucks, I have none left to spare. Behind my breastbone is a toxic shudder…