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Submissive heat
red hot
surrounded him

Parched from abstinence
misty past memories
engulfed him

Only the chill
of unending yearning
upset him

Distant memories
and past exploitations
haunted him

Sun shine down
on my sweet Garden
Feed my plants
help them grow

Weeds keep me nimble
pulling and prodding
Forces old joints to bend
though they do not want to

Rain fall lightly
from the sky
Brighten my flowers
make them shine

Night rejuvenate roots
sending them deep
Nourish the stems
to feed hungry leaves

Day please wake me
to the wondrous sight
My Garden greets me
fed, nourished, watered and right

In response to Sammi Scribbles Weekend Writing Prompt #312 – EPHEMERAL in 43 words.

Joy and love
Ephemeral
Sadness and loneliness
Forever

Stability and security and contentment
Ephemeral
Fear and singleness and discontent
Forever

Springtime and summer and warmth
Ephemeral
Disease and drought and cold
Forever

Cool ocean breezes and seagull calls
Ephemeral
Hurricanes and damage
Forever

Gone again
into the blue
Away from me
back to you

Awake he will
upon his ship
A rapier strapped
upon his hip

Ready and willing
to meet the day
Good and bad
will he slay

A wife’s bequest
is where he sails
A dowry chest
with golden nails

My love and heart
could not keep him near
Back to her he sails
his message torturously clear

To him she offers
wealth and fame
From me all I wanted
was to bear his name

Into the abyss of deniability
knowledge of the unknown
an unacknowledged known

To enter into a forbidden realm
untethered by constraint
constrained by an invisible tether

When wrong is right
and right no longer matters
matters forego right

Hunger drives the beast
sated is no longer starving
starving and never sated

Moves forward to open the door
illicit pleasures in the dark
darkness releases smuggled illicitness

In response to Sadje’s What do you see #186 May 15, 2023- Mother’s Day

He is relentless. He says his favorite person is just there at the Sweet Stand and is alone, won’t I go with him to say hello?

I hesitate, look down into the beaming face of my son and give in. I always do, when it’s something dear to his heart. He jumps up and down excitedly, the native Englander’s looking up to smile at the behavior of the over-exuberant American boy.

My son grabs my hand, unceremoniously pulling me toward the distinguished looking gentlemen standing at the Sweet Stand talking comfortably with the young attendant. He hears my sons voice and smiles with the warmest, most welcoming smile I have ever seen.

He looks up, our eyes meet and I whisper shyly, “Hello Keith.”

In response to Bartholomew Barker at Living Poetry’s Monday Poetry Prompt:
CHANGE, DEAL, EXTREME

The deal made in good faith
no hurt no foul the agreement
Walls removed allowed you in
love bloomed vulnerability exposed

Days go by in quiet seclusion
greeted with peace and quiet
Solitude extends into weeks
weeks dissolve acidly into months

Waiting alone unwanted
the past repeated again
Contract aborted words defiled
future bleak and empty

Extreme change unsolicited
breaks the fragile threads
A beginning never begun
major foul measureless hurt

In response to Fandango’s One Word Challenge (FOWC) – Destination

Go forward
never finding
your destination

To reach
your destination
is to reach
THE
END

In response to Of Maria Antonia’s Photo Challenge #19 – FlowersPhotograph by

Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Silence chosen by one
quiet solitude
Lack of connection
to another
muted torture

Pain of loss unchosen
peaceful torment
River full of jagged stones
on bare feet
private misery

Alone again
not chosen
Meals as one
isolated waking
sleepless dreaming

Chooses another
love removed
his choice
Loneliness prevails
walking soundlessly away