floating and leaving no trace
It is the longest night…
…where the moon has appeared but you have not.
——
hbhatnagar
Two Phrase Story #33
The premise is simple. I provide one phrase every Thursday, an incomplete string of words, and it is up to you to complete it in your own, inimitable way. However you like, taking it in any direction you want.
our hearts
beat out
the same
rhythm
but mistimed
as if i were from
the past
and you are here
in the present
and we see each other
as ghosts see the living
through a veil or a mist
or as if we boarded
the same train
felt the rattle of the rails
at the same crossings
sat in adjacent seats
my hand on the armrest
where you place your hand
me looking out the window
where you lean your head
fogging it with your breath
the same journey
but on different schedules
different timetables
the groom lifts the veil
readies himself for a kiss
the lich plans elsewise
——
RonovanWrites
Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt
Challenge #88 Lift&Plan
we wave goodbye, farewell
and wait and watch to see
which of us will be first
the first to drop their hand
the first to give in to
the inevitable
no way to prevent it
this game of fearful thoughts
a dimming of brightness
a cooling of passions
less i love you more than
why do you love me less
——
the secret keeper
Weekly Writing Prompt #28
(5) Words: | WAVE | COOL| PREVENT | BRIGHT | WATCH |
the last fall of rain
did little to put out
a fire burning
in the marrow of my bones
smoke enough to choke
and a rough slurry of ashes
were all that cleansing
could effect
the heavens will have to spare
more water than there is
in all seven seas
to drown me
peach blossoms fallen
making way for new green buds
i don’t mind waiting
——
the reflection is you, liquified, but
a mirror doesn’t respect personal space
the image is behind your eyes, after all
it is as close to you as your own skin
a mirror doesn’t respect personal space
an invader always light-seconds behind
it is as close to you as your own skin
never farther than your heated blood
an invader always light-seconds behind
the reflection is you, liquified
never farther than your heated blood
the image is behind your eyes, after all
——
i drank deeply
of the waters of
the river lethe
there was no
aftertaste
somewhere
someone wears a single glove
having left its mate
wet and alone
on the sidewalk
hopefully
that bare hand is entwined
in another
for warmth
the firm ground gives way
soft after just a small rain
drought-class muddy prints
——
RonovanWrites
Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #87
Class&Firm
Words and Feathers 