OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN — THE DEAD GAME — PART 23

A duel to end all duels.
A battle to the death.
The winds raise the waves
To heights of ecstasy.

They tease the shore
With their pounding fury.
The sand reduced to dust
From their unrelenting force.

I’m torn in half,
Tempted by the ice storm,
Where cold flesh brings passion,
And games are the rule of the day.

Heat still flows through my veins,
Drawing me back to the light,
Where human flesh brings love
And easement from the storm.

Wolf rises from the water,
His body melting in droplets.
He exists no more.
He has lost the battle.

How could have I not known?
How could I have forgotten?
The cold waits no more for me.
Emptiness fills the void inside.

I can still hear his voice,
Feel his presence in the wind.
His icy fury slices into the shore,
Calling for me to join him.

Our games have just begun.

THE DEAD GAME

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OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN — THE DEAD GAME — PART 22


Walk with me through the moon lit forest.
Let our feet graze the tips of the grass,
Never touching down,
Held aloft by our love and passion.

Follow me through the endless night
To a land where no man walks.
Only creatures as dark as the sky
Dare to venture forth alone.

Love has no bounds or shackles.
We will be free to display our passion,
Without retribution from humanity,
As long as you remain mine.

Come with me, my ice princess.
Step award from the burning plains,
Where the heat burns your soles,
And love is hampered by the living.

Wolf holds his hand out for me.
The words flow from him,
His lips never uttering a sound,
But his meaning as clear as can be.

We can be together forever more.
But the other has followed us to the clearing.
He will try to take me back,
And never give up his hold on me.

His eyes burn red with passion.
Fire follows close on his footsteps,
Scorching a trail through the grass,
Melting his enemy’s cold trail.

They face each other.
Hot and cold from opposite poles,
Dueling until the end of time,
Both fighting for me.

Our games have just begun.

THE DEAD GAME

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN — THE DEAD GAME — PART 21

The trees of the forest tremble and shake,
Their long limbs drooping in defeat.
Their bodies turn white,
Dripping with frozen tears. 

Leaves will no longer rustle in the wind,
Their faces turning to the sun.
Darkness will be their only friend,
Bringing them no relief from the storm.

My world has turned hard and cold,
The brutal wind hitting my face.
I’m surrounded on all sides by white,
My bare feet sinking into the snow.

White covers the trees and grass.
White is the color of the forbidding sky.
White is the color of my nightgown
As I stand shivering in the night air.

My world has turned upside down
Since Wolf has walked into it.
He can’t take me against my will
Or can he?

A dark shadow appears between the trees.
A man with a long coat billowing in the wind.
A chilling laugh fills the space between us,
Slithering across the icy surface.

Its tentacles grab hold of me,
Forcing me to move forward.
I dig my feet into the coldness,
But I’m no match for what lies ahead.

THE DEAD GAME

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN — THE DEAD GAME — PART 20

What is reality?
And what is fantasy?
Should I run to the cold
Or go to the heat?
I shouldn’t have left the party.

Wolf stands under a tree.
His gaze leaves frosty trail-marks
On Linda’s shivering body.
The cold air holds her in its thrall.

“Come to me.”
Wolf walks forward,
Bringing cold summer nights with him,
Promises of snow-swept sunrises.
He stands frozen in place.

Her shoes dig into the icy cold grass,
Taking her closer to her destiny.
She can’t fight it any longer.
She has to give in to the night.

Wolf takes her into his arms.
“You are now mine,
My ice princess.”
His lips crush hers in a bruising kiss.

Hot flames burst around her.
Freezing rain washes them away.
Hot and cold feelings overwhelm her.
Each fighting for domination.

Am I ready for this?
Ready for the cold and the night?
Wolf’s black eyes lock into hers,
Assuring her,
Drawing her closer to him.

A snapped twig is followed by hot breath.
The ice melts off her.
Her heart pumps blood to her cold limbs.
She moves away from Wolf.

Todd’s arms envelope her with their warmth.
They encircle her with feelings of love.
“This is right.
This is my destiny.”
She smiles.

Wolf’s eyes turn hard and unrelenting.
He backs away from her.
“This battle is not finished”
Are his last words
Before he disappears into the night.

THE DEAD GAME

THE HUNT

THE HUNT

It first comes slowly
In the dead of night.
Walking on silent feet.
It draws closer.
You run faster.
It speeds up.
You dash into a building.
An empty school.
It soon follows.
It brings with it a silence.
You can feel its presence.
Coming closer.
It’s now moving quickly.
Down the deserted hallway.
You check the doors.
They are all locked.
You turn.
Close your eyes.
And stand strong.
Darkness descends.

THE BROOKLYN BRIDGE FALLS

The river flows black in the night.
People jostle me to stand by the railing.
I first see the colors.
Hot glows of red, orange, yellow.
Then I hear the explosion.
Loud and deafening. 
My ears begin to ring.
The bridge is in flames.
The beautiful Brooklyn Bridge.
Pieces of metal land in the water.
Cries fill the cold air.
How did I get here?
The crowd pushes away from the bleak scene.
I’m lost in the midst of the throng.
It moves like one.
With one mind and purpose.
To seek shelter from the raining pieces.
Once we reach the buildings,
The crowd spreads out like ants.
Someone takes my hand and pulls me.
We check out the first building.
The metal door is locked and bolted.
So is each door we check.
Finally, we find an open door.
Sounds of sirens follow us inside.
The door shuts behind us.
We seem to be in a parking lot.
Who am I with?
I look up and can’t see his face.
He grunts and pulls me down the ramp.
I dig in my feet.
I refuse to follow him.
I must see his face.
He turns to me…
I wake up.
It was a terrible dream.
But I still wonder
What his face looked like.

JESS AND WIGGLE — A NEW BOOK FROM TALENTED AUTHOR, UVI POZNANSKY

Uvi

I would like to present a 5 star review of Uvi Poznansky’s new book, Jess and Wiggle. Uvi is a talented author and artist. Her words flow like water in a bubbling stream.

4 of 4 people found the following review helpful
5.0 out of 5 stars ‘That was chutzpa, plain and simple’, August 21, 2015
This review is from: Jess and Wiggle (Kindle Edition)

Uvi Poznansky wears a coat of many colors. Originally from Israel where she studied Architecture and Town Planning then moving to the US where she studied Computer Science and became an expert in Software Engineering, Poznansky managed to combine the design elements of two studies into unique formats. And she has accomplished the same with the other side of her brain – making visual her ideas (she is an accomplished painter, drawer, and sculptor who has enjoyed exhibitions both in Israel and in California, her present base) and making words in poetry and in short stories and children’s books.

JESS AND WIGGLE is one of her newest and freshest books yet. More concerned with the visual than the story Uvi provides all the illustrations for this delightful little rhyming tale – richly colored hand made collages as well as paintings adorn these beautiful and fanciful pages.

The story concerns young Jess who rarely smiles and never laughs until she encounters Wiggle, a ribbon like creature with whom she interacts In myriad ways in a test of who will laugh. Of course the winner is the recalcitrant Jess, but it is the artistic fun things she does with Wiggle that make the reader laugh way before Jess gives in!

This is another treasure form Uvi Poznansky – a perfect entertainment and lesson for children and adults alike. Grady Harp, August 15

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A PERFECT PLACE TO BE

Flowing water

OASIS

A more beautiful place cannot be.
It faces the waves of the dark sea.
White sand and quiet beaches galore.
You can’t ask for anything more.
Life is perfect as can be.
Come and frolic with me.
Tourists visit from far and wide.
Oasis is Florida’s pride.
Beware when The Dead descend.
We can no longer pretend
This is a perfect place to be
As The Dead rise up from the sea.
Darkness brings flying creatures and death.
Beware that this won’t be your last breath.

THE DEAD GAME

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OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN — THE DEAD GAME — PART 19

A door to your dreams,
And if you’re not careful,
It can lead to your downfall.

All you have to do is open it.
And then walk through.
Your imagination does the rest.

The villagers explain about the door
To their captive audience.
A captive audience surrounded
On all sides by strangers.

Linda backs away from the door.
She could feel eyes boring holes
Into the back of her head.
They have to leave this strange place.

Her friends stand as still as the cold air.
Eyes wide open in pale faces.
They can’t believe in such nonsense.
Can they?

A plain door sitting in a plain diner.
A little girl stands up and runs through the doorway
Into the lights and sounds of a carnival.
A clown hands the girl a balloon.

The village mayor turns to smile at them.
The girl returns with a red balloon
Trailing along behind her.
She runs into the mayor’s arms.

What game are they playing?
We should have escaped
When we had the chance.

Linda doesn’t like to play games.

THE DEAD GAME

 

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN — THE DEAD GAME — PART 18

I don’t feel anything.
No pain.
No guilt.
Only freedom and peace.

Arms pull me out of the water.
I’m laid down on the concrete.
Fun and relaxation is over.
Reality has reared it ugly head.

My eyes open to find dark eyes searching mine.
Todd is checking my breathing.
He’s searching for any injuries.
He holds me close.
Maybe a little too close.

I try to stand up.
I don’t want is concern.
I don’t want his pity.
I want to forget it all.

Holding me tighter, he says,
“Little one, you’re not going anywhere.
You almost drowned.
Why are you here alone?”

I stand up with my head held high.
“I was pushed.
I’m a good swimmer.
The water in the pool isn’t deep.”

“I thought you were hurt.
And why are you hanging around an empty pool?”
He gently moves wet strands of hair 
Out of my face.

I still don’t trust him.
“Thanks Todd for your help,
But I’d better go inside.
It’s getting chilly.”

Todd takes off his jacket.
He wraps it around my shoulders.
With his arm around my waist,
He leads me into the hotel.

Always in control.
Always military stiff.
That’s my Todd.
Well, not my Todd.

Todd leaves me in the reception area.
He leans over and gives me a kiss.
On the lips.
He’s getting more daring.

He turns away
And walks out of the hotel
Into the dark night.
No goodbye.

And the games continue…

THE DEAD GAME