Cat: Hour 3
A crescent of cat
curled dark and still beside me.
One green eye watches.
Prompt 3 and 4, Hour 3
the corridor is dark as I make my way toward the light
thirteen steps down and an unforgiving right.
I stumble, knees bruised
grabbing walls as I choose
this journey, not far but inifintely deep
walking past darkness
in order to breathe.
the light is there although I cannot see
through a door
waiting to be opened
by hands of the free.
C. Churchill
3. The Messenger III
Already one year ago,
It was a great success
That first exhibition
So much confidence, I gained, from that success
This year has seen a huge growth for me and my Art
I am producing more big colourful drawing / writing than ever
I have an agent and he is really pushing me to overcome myself
I get inspired and focused so much I am totally confident
I got 2 new exhibitions as the first one opened doors in the international Fine Arts field
I am represented by 2 galleries: one in Paris and another one abroad
I started an online course about wisdom and how to awaken our inner genius
It’s a good success and I have given two talks about my journey and my wisdom
I am inspiring more and more artists that can see
It’s never too late to start an artistic career
Never too late to manifest your dearest dreams
I have also started writing a book that comes through me so easily
Two years ago I could not at all imagine
What I am experiencing now
It’s a complete turn around for me
No compromise any longer
Prompt three: Little Views
giants walk on us
walking on our shuffled selves
ant’s eyes see big things
Hour Three: Take a walk…
Cardinal on my doorstep
Sing your song to me
Make light of all my worries
And dance amongst the leaves
Blue skies of Summer
Shine your light upon me
Cast away the gloominess
Ever near and haunting me
Gentle breeze of June
Kindly caress my soul
Take away the secrets
That no one should ever know
gj
Approaching slumberland
A metal knob in my hand
The sun is sneaking up behind me
I step forward and feel something soft beneath my shoes
It smells like coconut and ocean air as i slowly
Make my way toward
The bed
My heart skips a beat
My eyes heavy with anticipation
Of
Long. Awaited. Slumber.
The squish of memory foam
At my back
Dark thoughts of what is
Behind. My. Eyelids.
My phone in my hand
Fingers typing out
One.last.line.
I see…
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
Pollen
Winds are pushing the trees around,
whipping flags into a frenzy.
Immature dust monsters grow and swarm,
dancing to the tune.
But I daren’t open the windows,
as flower blossum’s offspring would attack
So, shut away from the sun, another
beautiful day passes, without me, in June
Clear Skies
I walk,
In my mind, past
Limitations imposed
By wearied limbs and brain-fog.
Outside.
Outside,
The white clouds drift
In sparse, scattered clusters
Brilliant against the trees and
Houses.
Houses
Stand dark, empty
As owners head outdoors
Bound for work or play, enjoying
Sunshine
Sunshine
Bathes the garden
In light, and heat, too much
For me to bear, I sit inside,
Happy.
Happy,
Are you surprised?
Yes, happy despite all.
Contented, I lie and look at
Clear skies.
Form: Crown Cinquain
Prompt: Go for a walk, and be inspired by what you see, hear, smell, and feel.
WALKING DOWN THE AVENUE
WALKING DOWN THE AVENUE
I see you and blink-
Eyes glow-my body tingles
Wish I had courage
Golden hair blue eyes
We’re opposites are-you
attracted to me?
We pass in the night
I turn and watch you walk away
Sigh-maybe another day
© Diane Morinich
Perry the Pirate
Old Perry lost an eye in a fight in Barbados
He lost his leg to a shark that swam too close
He got a hook for a right hand
When a mutiny didn’t go as planned
He had scurvy three different times
But lived through them all without any limes
He fell overboard and was deserted near Port Royal
But to his captain he stayed loyal
He robbed and pillaged as good as any
Even though his troubles were many
He was shot three times in a battle at sea
With his last breath he whispered “A pirate’s life for me!”