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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

Mother Nature’s splendor
turns bright yellows and pretty whites
into spots of orange and brown

Vibrant green leaves flutter
to the ground singing a rustling tune
fading into shades of red

Autumnal breezes cool earths crust
sending a time immemorial message
to deep rich soil and plowed fields

Migratory birds flock overhead
to warmer climes with temperate blue waters and ancient nesting grounds

Deer rut and butterflies mate
their young to be born in the
earth’s awakening spring warmth

Bears forage for berries and meat
slipping into their hideaways protected from winters wrath and man’s gun

Quiet blankets the cooling ground signaling Mother Earth’s creatures
and foliage that it’s time to sleep

In response to Sammi Cox’s
Weekend Writing Prompt #332 – IDEAL
(in exactly 49 words)

They ask how I tolerate living way out here alone, close to the beach with only my dogs, my gardens and myself. Nothing to do but take care of flowers, pet my pups and walk by the sea. They’ll never understand how perfectly ideal it is here for me.