Resonance
An echoing song
Undulates through the darkness
Manifesting worlds
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Approaching a stopping point
“Red means stop
and green means go”
except in love
where red-hot passion
scorches summer nights
and leaf-green lovers
sputter out of gear.
Weathered
Cowboy,
your calloused hands
with their wrinkles and scars
like a gnarled old oak tree who
survived.
Petals
Bit by bit
the world falls.
Then winter comes
and frosts the roots.
The way the trees shook
Shifting, swaying in the breeze
rippling with such sensual ease
that you stand raptured with the grace
of the vision that’s this place.
“How do you do?”
It starts with a handshake,
a chance perhaps to partake
in a grand experiment
in search of lasting merriment.
I hope it’s not a mistake.
Stranger
Predator on a hunt
reeling them in with
eye-contact and a smile –
You’ll never see it coming.
Furniture
Castles for coffee
accent ottoman isles
with treasured chests
hiding secret booty.
Breakfast
I would love bacon
or silver dollar pancakes
with maple syrup…
But many mornings I can
barely get to work on time.
Photo prompt #3
It stretched out before her
showing her the way:
a wide expanse of tomorrow
and small thoughts of yesterday.
– photograph featuring weakmeatstrongeat
A (wise) man of two faces 