Distance, not mere word kills me like sword. Feelings desire for him needs want him craves search him, at last its only dark and grim. The roses, deep in my pages finds him missing the way he is kissing. Distance remains the same stupid, quiet…

  It’s a perfect day with grandkids around. Only a grandma truly loves the sound.   When one starts talking then another one too. Total mayhem what’s a grandma to do?   But don’t look stressed or confused you know. Or the kids will think,…

My body shivers  ice growing in my veins, my cheeks, my fingers, trying to slip into my winter coat, rocks crunch beneath my boots, each step a morning song, l think in tha rays of first light rounding the earth, my soul speakng bird wings…

Warmth pressing red glow encouraging first glance, Back embodied passing defragmented mind, Inner core soft level ground for a fluttering purpose. Pressing smooth opening inside both one to another, Enlivened top and bottom, awake below, Held inside, tingles of bodily happiness then release. Cradled by…

Hour 6  (a haiku)   A GREAT DAY Nothing scheduled Endless possibilities Or peace doing zilch

You would often say,” I want to go by the water.” The salty smell and temperamental waves brought you peace eventually became your sanctuary. You loved how the deep blues and somber grays mimicking the rich clouds in the sky. As you watched the fishes…

All Roads Lead To Broadway A soft cool breeze … as I step outside to the fresh spring day! The smell of New York City … from Central Park. Green trees and chirping birds … A song of joy … A song of life! Walking…

The day is filled with joy and laughter Children are running around the compound with careless abandon The women of the house roam the garden and stop to smell the flowers The drizzling rain envelops leaves   The rain increases its intensity and turns into…

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…

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…