March 08, 2011
March 02, 2011
The Nightmare - Mag 55
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Courtesy Magpie |
Weary feet in step
with the world's drum
a casual glance reveals
the carefully constructed
facade still in place.
Some normal days
solace brings along
the journey thus far
highly strung nerves
like a coiled spring
never knowing when
dim courage has bolted...
A nervous tick belies
the hidden tremors awakening
blood splattered walls
lemon souffle and fork
the nightmare begins....
Sympathetic voices
wake up to
a year ago
seems much longer
our last meal
before they took her
my only child
draped in blood
darkness covers
as they burgled along...
Haiku 8
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Courtesy : ohwhatachristy's photostream |
The ripples settled /
A shadow, your reflection /
No more a Mirage? //
February 27, 2011
A fairy's Dilemma
The harp turned into a wet mop, jostling her awake.
"Clean the mess first" barked the angry voice.
Sloshing in the rain was no longer fun.
140 exact.
Microfiction Monday #72
The harp turned into a wet mop, jostling her awake.
The limit is a tweetable 140 characters or fewer, inspired by a photo or illustration.
"Clean the mess first" barked the angry voice.
Sloshing in the rain was no longer fun.
140 exact.
The limit is a tweetable 140 characters or fewer, inspired by a photo or illustration.
Based on a Tweet on Photo theme...
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