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.”

Bodies Of ferns and furs, O hibiscus and horns, Meet like two colliding spacial lakes In eclipse. Their bodies are seen In the canopy of forest rufage And in fallen feathers and lost bones. They are the bark on tree spirits And the whiskers on…

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…

  Dusk The full moon takes her throne over the lake Shines her glory over its surface, to its depths Crowns the canopy Arouses fresh panic in tiny creatures prey for owls and bats      

A vision that propels the ship into the ocean, against the tides; aware lightning can strike anytime The strategy that steers the mast in the correct direction, to counter the fierce waves or float along The lonely call of an occasional seagull, the silence as…

Candlelit dinners create conversations And sounds of silent spaces Inbetween Words  Or exchanging of looks Give samples of you Revealing interests Causing revel in imagination We intoxicate to sedate Our minds, and not to deny Our bodies We rather be sublime And in the moment So…

Fishing under a bright moon, do these creatures know what’s happening? I think about their feelings, how they must feel when we throw our lines out. If they even think about it, is it intrigue, or more along the lines of panic? The trees above…

On that perfect drive in your silver Jeep We rode to the Lake With the pink Moon Lighting our way Glory beat from our chests As I awaited to be laying under the Canopy of stars with my head adhered to your Breastbone

Grimeon rose from icy depths, His breath stagnant as dead lilies. Legs frozen from winter’s orbit. Wings iced to his back. He shook as I stood in awe, Sniffed my perfume wafting Through cold spring air. I dare not catch his eye. Oh, mighty dragon!

I like list prompts/tasks. I’ve used all 8 words. And added a twist of my own. (All of which equals … LONG. BREAK! WAHOO!) 4WD the moon is a lake of glory glory silvering the jeep you drive drive so carelessly over over the breastbone…