Inspired by Writing 201 Prompt: Landscape
Glowing beaver moon,
Rapturous silver halo
Encircles as trap.
Inspired by The Blacklight Candelabra
The dawning of our illustrious affair,
We were introduced by a friend;
Began when I was without care,
My lonely nights would spend;
Dreaming of such pleasure
Previously provided by a boy;
To once again feel glorious thrill,
More times than I could measure,
All from such a simple toy
I secretly called my Dil
But now when I am at my home,
We rarely get to play,
Because I am no longer alone
When night time turns to day.
Our time together I must ponder;
Now you sit within a drawer,
A reminder of my single life;
With memories that grow fonder,
And stories that rival ancient lore
Since I’ve become another’s wife.
Inspired by Writing 201 Prompt: Drawer
The guitar slumbers,
Waiting for a gifted hand,
To tell its secrets.
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Rule of Thirds.”
Darkness of night, the fading of light,
Eternity may be illusion, not a foregone conclusion,
And all that we fear, when the end is so near,
That our last breath on earth, will it lead to rebirth?
Holding on, to all that we trust, the cosmos are certain, we all turn to dust.
Photo courtesy of Pixabay
Inspired by the Writing 201 Prompt: Trust
There once was a dog named Steve,
Whose journey you’d not believe.
From his four, fleet feet,
To his mountain retreat,
All the wild a wolf could conceive.
Photo courtesy of Russ Lathrop
Inspired by the Writing 201 Prompt: Journey
Water is my Dom.
The Deep will swallow you whole
If you don’t respect.
Inspired by the Writing 201 Prompt: Water