During The Night

Traces of you & our mid-afternoon antics flush color to my pale cheeks
Blushing red in contained excitement I smile wide and loud
As I remember us and those things we did

Enough Evidence- Friday Fictioneers 11/7

It’s that time for Friday fictioneers par Rochelle, this week’s image is courtesy of Rich Voza. I am a day late this week, thanks to my WP acting up on me yesterday morning, but better late than never. Comments and constructive criticisms are welcome, and please feel free to participate. Have a great weekend, and THANK YOU!

I have a short story, and poem this week…enjoy :).

Image courtesy of Rich Voza

ENOUGH EVIDENCE

What am I to do with this?

There is the light; bright and illuminating…I expected the corridor will be dark and scary with all the doors shut. I wonder how many doors there are…if the plan was to scare me, well BRAVO…

I am just going to back out slowly, I have enough evidence on my phone…although catching the pig called my husband in the act will prove even better in court…but something feels weird about this motel…

I will hold on to the pictures whoever he is sent me, along with shots of pig’s Range Rover in the parking lot…Good thing, I married up…

HOPE AND LOVE REFLECTED

The hallway of her once unloved mind
With shut doors and built up walls
Now welcome illumination
Clear bright lights bouncing off trapped walls and doors

Restoration and healing rises from deep inside
Many thanks to second chances

Love and hope reflected in this her 6 pound bundle of joy…

Blue Oceans Of Water- Reason 2 Rhyme – “Letter to the Landscape” poetry challenge/prompt

kbnelson’s Poetry Prompt… Monday, July 16, 2012 Reason 2 Rhyme – “Letter to the Landscape”This week’s prompt is: Write a letter to a landscape or scene you pass through today (or often). For example, “Dear Williamsburg Bridge…

This week, I thought about my recent visit to the beach. Honestly, I am not sure about this poem…I just wrote it about 10 minutes ago…I don’t know if it makes any sense 🙂 or if I expressed what I had in mind well. My brain is tired from a long weekend! As always criticisms are welcome…especially on this one. Thank you!

Here is Blue Oceans Of Water (Hoy, even the title is a disaster)

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Blue oceans of water
Waving back and forth
To the tidal winds
What strengths you must carry
What secrets you must hold
Your depth beyond understanding
Your width beyond vision

Say oceans of many waters
What lies beneath your power?
What tales have you seen or
Heard?

Ships and boats
Swimmers
Many divers
The drowning
And drowned
Are they all you hold?

Perhaps more
Like pennies and nickels
From the young and wishful thinkers

Or bottled letters
From over the sea lovers
Reaching your shore
With none to recover it
After travelling several months…

The weathers changing and
Turning your tides
Causing you to freeze over time

Cold and frozen
You keep your strength under wraps

Secret Places

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One of these days
I am going to get your attention
Perhaps when you least expect it
But by then the deed will be done
For your heart will be mine to have
Mine already yours

One of these days…

Until then
I will think of you
And dream of your touch
In my silent and most secret places

The House’s Secret- Friday Fictioneers 7/6

Every Wednesday visit Madison Wood’s site to see the picture prompt for the week’s 100-word writing challenge. Write a 100-word story or poem that’s inspired by the picture. Post the writing on your blog. On Friday post a link to your blog entry in the comments section of her Friday Fictioneers post.

This is what I came up with this week. A poem, it is less than the target 100 words (60 words), but hopefully I was able to capture the essence of the photo prompt as seen through my eyes and point of view.

As always feel free to join, comments and critiques are welcome. Thank You!

Who knows
What secret it houses?
This old and abandoned
Looking ruins

Not a peep or sound
In the broad and
Illuminating light of day

Except

At night
When all is pitch black
Dark and deathly silent

Then
Shadows creep about
And if you listen closely
A sound can be heard…

A little girl’s screams.

Pained Memories

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She traced her frail fingers through every scar and mark knowing they ran deeper than they looked. Yes they did.

Each scar told a story, a tale of her life; every mark a memory, a reminder of her pained past. The death of her parents, the foster homes, the abuse, secret abortions… marriages that didn’t work, the one that almost worked…his death…the surgeries….the buried secrets…the…

As details of these pained and hurting memories continued to play in her mind, she felt an unusual presence and looked up at the ghost standing before her. Tears poured down her already swollen and unrecognizable face as her worst and biggest fear was confirmed…

Even after the type of life she had lived, this was the one thing she could never handle…she could never live with this.

She reached for her cell phone as the tears continued to pour, the clouds outside her home darkened for a brief moment, almost as if acknowledging her doom…she sat back quietly waiting…waiting for the news of what maternal instincts already knew…

Her cell phone finally rang after weeks of waiting…praying…hoping…crying…waiting and more waiting…

She let out an inaudible gasp as the voice on the other end spoke…the cell phone dropped from her already frail hands crashing to the ground… her fears confirmed, she walked to the mirror…looked at herself and the ghost standing behind her….for the first time in three weeks after hearing the news of her only daughter missing on campus, Monica smiled…Lillian was the only thing she did right in her 50 years of living…her only good thing was now gone…she reached for her revolver…

Five minutes later a loud shot rang through her quiet suburban neighborhood….it awoke her 35 year old neighbor, who crawled under his bed and dialed 911…