The Shriek

The Shriek I detest the drear The ebon night Pale at the stars In the bright moonlight Cower from the creaking Cringe from the shrieks It’s all in the mind My inner self shrieks Photo by Michael Mouritz on Unsplash

These Dreams

These dreams defy the mind of manEscape the touch of womanThese dreams are lost in fog and swirlsAbiding with the forgottenThough deemed as penance, souls long goneThe truth, they serve a purposeFor intangible pastimes I’ll n’er wantBy nature ever restless Image courtesy Aziz Acharki on Unsplash.com

50 Word Stories – In Cocoa

It was an idea, a fanciful dream. I packed nothing and left everything. The plantations were green, not brown. A prevailing wind filtered out the sounds of humanity’s pickers but the life I had wished for never existed. I returned home deflated. My mum smiled and offered me a coffee.

In Silhouette

And though the world be silhouette, the definition of thy lines holds more power than any vibrant memory. In each stroke I remember, each molecule of ink I feel. This is no random symmetry, no desperate thought reformed, but all I was and am and wish. Brush strokes on a canvas to you and she […]