#FlashFiction 99 Word Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community #Poetry

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Bus Stop

Outside my living room window stands a bus stop

One afternoon, I counted fourteen people waiting

 Watched as a colonnade of human souls were

Swallowed by a red giant.

The two o clock journey had begun

Where are they going?

Will their day be a good one?

This I will never know

I will not see their journey back

The return bus stop is further down

The road where I cannot see

I make up my own stories

About the faces standing waiting

The old lady with her green scarf

She is off to see her grandson…

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#Writephoto: Imagination #Poetry

Thursday photo prompt: Imagination #writephoto

 

 

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Lady of Glass

Who is this strange lady made of glass

The wall behind her holds no answers

With its church-like window with flames of red

Have I fallen in love?

I see the red fire in her head

Her thoughts shielded from me

I see her bones

There is darkness where her heart should be

Did some evil hand steal it from her?

Could I find it, return it, make her whole?

The glass tulips splinter, lay broken on the ground

She doesn’t move, her face unchanging

My glass butterfly wears a halo of green

The last vestige of a life she once knew…

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Taken… #Poetry

 

 

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Taken

I felt my heart shrink from me

I had fallen into her spell

Her beauty plain to see

Her eyes held my mind

Black, like the castle walls

They spoke of something old

Her hair the colour of ravens wings

To touch her skin would be like

Drowning In babies milk

I stumbled like a child in the dark

I should never have walked

Into this broken castle

Can I find the way out?

Will I be seen again?

Do I want to?

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#Just Words…A Challenge from a Challenge… #Poetry

While we were working on Colleen’s Poetry Challenge last week, Anita remarked that it was a pity to waste all the synonyms I had given her.

Colleen gives us two words for her challenge, but we cannot use them. We must find synonyms instead. Colleen’s words were mystery and attract. It is my job to find these synonyms, and I always give Anita a list to choose from.  She decided to create a poem using all twenty of the synonyms I gave her!

 

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Just Words

A mystery wrapped in an enigma

One question lay shrouded in darkness

I need the charm to break the spell

Held in secrecy, the allure

The sound of sweet music

Drew me in, I let it seduce my mind

With a whispered secret

I feel myself engage with the riddle

The words tempt me in

Invite me to solve the puzzle

Entice me to see there is no problem

Have I let myself be led down a crooked path?

To enchant, to attract me with the promise of gold

By default, I am led further on

The castle stands alone

Its walls are made of words that

Fascinate and terrify my mind…

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#Throwback Thursday: Chasing Daylight byEugene O’Kelley

 

Approaching death, doing it in style

THE NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER

Chasing Daylight is the honest, touching, and ultimately inspirational memoir of former KPMG CEO Eugene O’Kelley, completed in the three-and-a-half months between his diagnosis with brain cancer and his death in September 2005. Its haunting yet extraordinarily hopeful voice reminds us to embrace the fragile, fleeting moments of our lives-the brief time we have with our family, our friends, and even ourselves. This paperback edition features a new foreword by his wife, Corinne O’Kelley and a readers’ group guide and questions.

“Voicing universal truths . . . shared . . . simply and clearly.”-Janet Malin, New York Times

“Words to live by.”-Kerry Hannon, USA Today

“One of the most unexpected and touching books you’re likely to read this year.”-Edward Nawotka, Bloomberg News

“An honest, thought-provoking memoir . . . O’Kelly has many lessons to teach us on how to live.”-Steve Powers, Houston Chronicle

“[A] well-written and movingbook.”-TheEconomist.com

Our Review for Chasing daylight

I have been reading a beautifully written and thought provoking book this week, called, ‘Chasing Daylight’ by Eugene O’kelly. I did not expect to enjoy it as much as I did, for all sorts of reasons.

For a start, it is all about how he handled the fact that he had only months to live following the discovery of several brain tumours.  I thought it might be hard going, considering I almost died from a heart attack myself two years ago, and still feel I am on borrowed time sometimes.

I started to read, pleased to discover that he handled the news well, that he was determined to die with dignity… all very profound and somewhat comforting to me. He goes on to describe how  he said a pleasant ‘goodbye’ to all his hundreds of friends, and I found myself looking back at my own life. At what I had achieved, and what I hadn’t, and how many people’s lives I had touched.

Three quarters of the way through the book I began to feel sad – not for him, but for me.
You see, I know now for sure that my life has not been that exciting or profound. Too much heartbreak and disasters for a start.
I have been a loner for most of my life, which will probably be a good thing, as there won’t be masses of people saddened by my passing.

That’s if I decide to go (I am still undecided about that!)

Dylan Thomas once said that he would ‘rage against the dying of the light’ and I agree with him, as I still feel there is something I haven’t done or achieved yet, but there is still time!
Time to think about all the things I still want to do, or see, or achieve. ‘Never too late’ is fast becoming a mantra and I wonder what will happen next?

There is a lot to be said for dying suddenly. No time to worry about it or try to plan it, neither of which is very desirable. Mr O’kelly learned to meditate and unwind using water, something I have been doing all my life. Rivers, waterfalls, the sea, all have a deep profound effect on me. The only thing that does, actually.

So, ‘Chasing Daylight’ was sad but uplifting in a way. The fact that his illness was painless was a blessing and to be desired by all of us, and possibly what stops this book becoming a harrowing reading experience…

No Wings… #Poetry

 

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No Wings

Did Heaven send you

When the sky broke?

Did the angels let you fall?

Did I catch you in time

To see your wings unfurl?

Did the light blind me

Mangling my thoughts

From a time before?

When sound had meaning

Words spoken held true

A time when spells

Were written on the wind

To change the fate of those outside

When Knights rode on white horses

And maidens changed their fate

With a token hidden beneath his sleeve

Of silk and lace

A whisper of hidden promises

Should the Knight be bold and win the day

The lady’s hand would be his to take

No knight’s ride is planned today

It is only I that stands in your way

With a token held, my promise sealed

Within a ring of gold…

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The Good Witch… #Poetry

 

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The Good Witch

She had a problem parking her broomstick

A witch in training, a candle spell for love she can do

Yet more was needed, this she knew

Our world in shadow, dark thoughts abound

This is why she is here today

Her past forgotten, her mind a blank

Her only thought is of today

How to blow the shadows away

To leave this world as it should be

With love and laughter, with rainbows bright

Where children play out at night

All harm dispelled by magic new

A witch in training, her wish made just for you…

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Ancient Evil…

New Year, New Feature: a Speculative Fiction Writing Prompt

 

This is our first contribution for Diana Wallace Peach new monthly word prompt Challenge! This is truly an awe inspiring image…

 

 

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Ancient Evil…

The frozen face of a still white moon

Hung against the starless sky

Remembering Zolon crouched below

His hand clenched on ancient evil

Where men were swallowed

Bones crushed by ice white teeth…

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The Clock… #Poetry

 

 

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The Clock

Time that never ends

Ticking, beating out a rhythm

That endless noise they say is silence

My ears bleed, my mind screams

Trying to remember

The clock has blood on its hands

I am outside looking in

I hear bones breaking, flesh yielding

I cannot write such dark passages

Of a love gone bad

The look of peace on her face

Happy to be gone from this life

That look haunts me

Did love, mercy guide my hand in this?

Did I take the life I love so well?

The sickness changed the one I knew

The shell left behind

No longer holds the love

That held me to her

That ticking clock has beat its last rhythm

As I lay down beside her

I hear the ticking clock no more…

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