Hour 9 – Isolation – Image Prompt

Isolation It’s been dawn for days now Day breaking the horizon while Night fades Until the end of time I’m alone out here, in my cabin warm It’s just how I like it And in a week or three or more (I lost the track…

#23- Fireflies

The sap greens in the darkness, Masquerading as black, The sound of insects buzzing, Filling the air. You notice one far off from you, A sudden point of light flashing out at you. Within no time at all, You’re surrounded all around with these little…

Night Shift – hour 20

After dark, I stroll Stretching boneless mountains roll under deflated clouds and pallid stars I teetered, whirled far when a speeding car whizzed by me, light trailing the last blues of dusk fading spirits whisper beside me tickle blindingly just a branch of spruce then…

#20-A Walk under the Moon

Perks of being of the female gender, So many, it addles my brain. Not being able to take a walk at night, Just one of the very many. Do everything in our power, To make sure we don’t feel powerless, But powerful, oh I haven’t…

Always Have The Night

The darkness welcomes me wraps like a cloak around me The stars shine high above a whisper through the thrilling dark Small burning embers from so far away The moon is my conscious placing every careful guided step The wind my shadow chasing me, ahead…

Hour 20 Prompt: Sleepless

Rise and fall- the rhythm of life I hear her mellow breath By my side. The room is dark Not quite black For in my palm An enchanted rock Glows blue white Fighting against the darkness Encroaching, shrouding My weary face Saggy eyes Ruffled, tousled…

Goodnight

I wonder why Must you be so wrapped up, In chasing love, like there’s some big rush? Is it just the watching of other couples, Engrossed in each other, Or the crying of an empty heart To share its laughter and woes? Those come hard,…

Mischief in the Night

There’s a sort of mischief in the night Where breezes blow, And tickle our imaginations: There might be monsters under our beds, Or fairies tapping on windows, But with this night, Comes a peculiar scratch on my car, That wasn’t there before. Perhaps it is…

Nightspell

Cat cry breaks the night right under my bedroom window. It has a burgundy wildness that is the opposite of my outward tame energy.   We are not adversaries, this cat and I. we compliment each Like autumn and spring like sky and sea..  …

Hour ten

Your sorrows will fade like the night sky fades— from black to blue from blue to pink.   The dawn will come.

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