I’ll keep turning pages

and passing the years

lips curling

eyes welling

every single time

stories written

captured here

in bound books

cracked with time

memories line the pages 

sending scenes scrolling in my mind

I’ll keep turning pages

• 

winter’s frost has soaked into the soil

peeks of green poised to rise

neighbors distant, out of sight

buds sit upon the branch

forgiveness ready for bloom

but where are all the people

feeling stretched beyond our test

barely able to cover our sensitivities

friendly faces all inside

days are coming

to relax the tension 

side by side, we will be again

while all around you seems to be standing still

tides continue to ebb and flow

the march of time 

unrelenting towards tomorrows unknown

when we knew no better

how did we walk and talk 

remember those wishes held inside

houses built into homes

hold us somehow different now

trappings seem invisible these days 

habits broken can set us free

moving too fast 

to appreciate the moments

is no longer our excuse

lists can be erased 

rewritten from a view 

often buried

by the fevered thoughts

standing in the moonlight or the sunshine 

what are we afraid of

if it’s too early or too late?

can you ever remember

it all spinning so slow

no longer dizzy

focus towards the promises on the shelf

there is a message in a bottle 

floating on the sea

on its way to you and me

Inspired by today’s writing prompt on Go Dog Go Cafe (godoggocafe.com). These prompts are designed to be quick challenges written in 10-15 minutes. Hope you enjoy.

cracked and healed

through pain and time

we travel on relentless

all you shared 

let us know you cared

moved to think 

we smile together

and cry alone

all you shared 

let us know you cared

we lay down 

your words as kisses

from poet’s lips

all you shared 

let us know you cared

close your eyes

the dawn

will be ours again

thanks for what you shared 

we know you cared

from angles

that are new to me

this pace feels different

these locks have me searching for a key

after staring elephants into a corner

I hope to rest alone with you

in these moments

with a vice or two

as I carry new found fears

I find myself missing this and that

sit with me and ease 

the mind’s acrobat

trust what we have seen

together strong

we shall meet 

tomorrow’s dawn

• 

as distances lay immeasurable 

as silence sounds deafening

turn down the noise 

that muffles the feel

our hearts beating 

wishing it different

but the pulse is off

paths remain uncharted

is your fear 

in turning the page

or reading

what has been written

take hold of the pen

alone together

lets author our tomorrow

we will not disappear

where strength allows

sow your seeds

time will make wine 

from these tears

set hope within your palm 

let it flow through 

no grand farewells 

are needed now

• 

seeking a center

as soles pound the winding path

releasing knots

that jail the busy mind

beads form upon the pores of her brow

aiming to wash away what does not matter

pursed lips break into a grin

as she runs against the sun

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Writer’s Workshop – Week 2. The assignment was to cut 1st draft (posted 3.11.20) by 10%. Some cutting and reworking and I was able to get from 435 to 391 word count.

“When you write a story, you’re telling yourself the story. When you rewrite, your main job is taking out all the things that are not the story.” John Gould to Stephen King, quoted from On Writing

One more quote from Stephen King:

“In the Spring of my senior year at Lisbon High—1966, this would’ve been—I got a scribbled generated signature of the editor that was this mot: ‘Not bad, but PUFFY. You need to revise for length. Formula: 2^nd Draft = 1^st Draft – 10%. Good luck.’” Stephen King, On Writing

—— Here is my 2nd draft —–

Countless stars hung peacefully in the black night. Thin linen curtains danced gently in the spring air as it rushed through demolished windows. Lyn shivered, sitting among shattered glass strewn upon the wide pine floor. The quorum of police had left. The evening’s frantic pace had slowed. Lyn replayed the events hoping for understanding. 

The violent crack of the front door as it split from force. Elvis wildly barking as he charged from the kitchen. Chaotic screams filling the house, some were her own. Two, possibly three men, charging their way into her home. Out of nowhere, Nathan appeared. His sizeable frame corralling the uninvited. Arms and legs intertwined. Smacking of fists meeting skin cut the night like lightning. Elvis tearing at pant legs as he defended,  side by side with Nathan. Then, almost as quickly as it began, they retreated. Fleeing into the night, sending rocks hurtling through the porch windows.

Nathan’s presence wrapped Lyn with comfort as she trembled with a cup of chamomile between both hands. At arm’s length, Nathan was crouched stroking the neck of the graying labrador leaning into him. Faithfully he protected her and her home. Courageously, he turned back the invasion. Breathing gently now, Elvis’s years and achy hips did nothing to slow his loyalty and rage a few hours earlier. Lyn’s thoughts drifted to last winter… without Nathan, what would have happened.

Last October, following years of consideration Lyn decided to rent the 3rd floor room. There were dozens of interested would-be tenants. It would have been easy to choose the young corporate professional, reliable for the rent and wouldn’t be around much. Or the hard working graduate student, whose affluent parents offered to pay a year’s rent up front. It would have been easy to choose from the bevy of other desirables. Nathan was a non obvious choice. Immediately, Lyn had felt a deep calm eminante from him. Elvis, always discerning, felt the same. After quick inspection, he sat and gently wagged. Nathan spoke openly of his tortured past. A journey filled with struggle and piled with rash decisions. He had paid his dues, learned and earned another chance. Now on a healthier path and dedicated to keep moving forward. Despite friends and family advising her to choose any number of other options, after thoughtful deliberation, Nathan moved in just after Thanksgiving. 

inside my heart

you sit with another

side by side

intertwined

two, not one

there is no one like you

or her

yesterday I never 

thought there was room for another

today I could not 

imagine it any other way

• 

“the free soul is rare, but you know it when you see it – basically because you feel good, very good, when you are near or with them” – Charles Bukowski

it stopped making sense when

your glitter and grace didn’t shadow the halls

your smooth supple skin was no longer in reach

your bracelets and bands no longer chimed in my ears

your familiar fragrance fell from the air 

your embrace escaped what stood to be real

I started to wake with

determined dawns that draw my dreams to a close

radiant rays that wrap me in hope

the rounds of robins that sing with the psithurism 

the wafts of clipped green grass floating like monarchs

familiar flavors returning to feed my soul

my breath became easy when

browned feet met the summer terrain

waves washed towards dynamic shores

rounded rocks rumbled back to the sea

grey-green seaweed teased my nose

the ocean brine upon your neck called for my kiss