Thursday Inspiration #228
Peanut Duck
Hosted by newepicauthor

Thursday Inspiration #228
Peanut Duck
Hosted by newepicauthor


Two separated by one
one who sits alone
loves cruelest thorns
pierce three hearts
painful vines separate them
Years split away from decades
vines entangle and thicken
impossible to unwind
tiny red buds form
bloom and die
The bush grows bigger
pushing past its boundaries
hungry roots slither
beneath the fertile ground
poisonous to their prey
Just as the wandering rose
began its uncharted meandering
so too did three lovers
embark on separate paths
of intertwined heartache and joy

Everyone is invited! I sing in our Community Choir here in Southport, NC. This year we have FOUR music directors all directing at least four separate pieces for our Christmas Concert. Admission is free, but come early, as there is standing room only by the time the concert(s) start! We have two performances, Dec. 2nd & 3rd, both starting at 3 o’clock pm. Now you have a reason to take the ferry over (or drive) to come and visit!! I hope to see some of you there, before, after and during. Please?? 🙏
In response to Fandango’s
FOWC with FANDANGO –
Prompt Word … IMPISH

Rough beginnings first trimester
tiny babe nearly lost from the womb
Unseen fighter with his mother
not willing to relinquish life
First birthday what a party
friends and aunts filled the room
Little man in his walker
pinched his fingers party’s over
Five years old first day of school
hops on the bus a big boy now
Sister walks beside her brother
loving helping the best of friends
Changes happen as is the way
school and friends can often sway
Innocent minds so easily corrupted
sometimes they are led astray
Boy is grown into a man
leaves his home to forge his path
Decides his life was not so grand
turns his back on mom and sis
Estranged now for many years
confusion reigns wondering why
How I miss my impish boy
hope to see him before I go away

Interminable darkness
thicker than oil
Smothers the living
no conscious thought
Upon the horizon
a ship tiny is far away
Surrounded by light
buoyed by hope
This sailing ship powered
by the winds of love
One island left behind
swallowed up by the night
A new island ahead
made bright by its light
Vibrant greens and flowers await
opening wide at the ships wake
Suns warm rays follow it in
surrounding the bow
caressing the stern
A luminous light in the dark night
Docking it rests
for a brief moment in time
Until it’s gone again
leaving the island dark behind
In response to Sue W. & Gerry C.’s

Daddy’s little girl
for a time
until I wasn’t
Mommy’s bane
jealousy reigned
until it didn’t
Waiting to grow up
beautiful like the others
until I couldn’t
First love bloomed soft
petals open to the sun
until it left
New love comes along
sings an enamored song
until it stopped
Little babies born
a heart swells with joy
until I’m discarded
Life moves forward
pain and shards of happiness
until scabs form
Despair disappears
when he is near
until he isn’t
Adrift in a chaotic sea
rescued by the one
until there are two
Dad and mom have passed away
lovers love espoused to another
until the end of time
Dogs and trees now
comfort me
until they too are gone

The key lay cold in her hand, burning through the skin of her palm all the way to bone. It just could not be true. Not after all this time and her continued, often hurtful efforts.
Looking up at the handsome man in front of her, she turned the key within the rusty lock. The big dog leapt from the cage into her arms, the key fell to the floor, forgotten.

Someday in the far distant
continuum of time
I may ask you to choose
Yet even now should I ask
that fateful question
it would be me who couldn’t stay
What benevolently cruel
Keeper of Fates placed us
in such a refutable circumstance
Does it now laugh sadistically
at the heartbreaking situation
drinking in the longing and pain
Each passing moment ripped
from the hours alone knowing
if I asked you to choose I would lose

The Sunday Whirl Wordle #623
Hosted by bwarren
Her sigh was long
filled with veiled grief
Words chosen with care
she fought to gather her courage
The young man’s slack face
displayed his depraved heights
and bare hunger for her hand
his misplaced love apparent
She slipped her cold hands
into the pockets of her cardigan
and wrapped it around her tall body
no longer his hostage she walked away