the suitcase IV

she finds herself sitting
at a scarred wooden desk
staring with dreamy eyes
past the computer
through windows large
at frothy caressing waves

a daydream that’s real
there’s peace in her soul
and a pup on her lap who warms
the silence around her
a cushioned refuge
surroundings away from what harms

she’s reached the end
of a ceaseless race
escaped a trap not worth living
decisions brought tears
some memories do haunt
but it’s better than endlessly giving

giving that drains
that doesn’t refill
the taker of all that is good
that left a shell
with chips at the heart
and created a piece of driftwood

now morning’s are still
the late sun brings laughs
idyllic the seagulls that soar
free under skies
of sunshine and cloud
the passage of time heals hearts sore

picture: http://gnusi.deviantart.com/art/Night-shot-38355864

55 - almost

every friday, compose a short story of 55 words - no more, no less. if you want to join in the fun and games and give it a try...post your story and report to the boss G-Man!

almost is the kiss we shared
almost is the soul i bared
almost is the heat i feel
almost is this base appeal
of this most alluring scent
puts my senses in torment
reaching through the empty space
on these sheets of golden lace
almost is the appetizer
‘though our love is none the wiser

sparked by the writing of larryg …

picture: http://bleedingheart991.deviantart.com/art/Almost-Lover-71457766

an ice-cold meltdown

the pitch that whispers through bare trees
with caustic promises
brutally fantastic
and dark the dye assaulting the vision
of shapeless gloomy
forms of the restless
while sluggish cold water threatens below
primed to drown
in an ice-cold meltdown



picture: http://ragnarokfo.deviantart.com/art/The-Dive-84697595