I WILL SURVIVE

 

 

Icy water surrounds me.
The cold pulls me deeper.

Deeper into the unknown,
I sink.

Waves tear at me,
dragging me far from shore.

I swim.
I tread water.

I hold my head high
Above water.

I will survive.

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PICTURE PERFECT

 

 

 

Perfect lines cast in the sand.

Left behind by waves

caressing the shore.

Temporary footsteps. 

Like magic?

No, like nature.

FORCE OF NATURE

Golden Hour by willyam http://ift.tt/2aItg9O

 

 

The waves stand

Straight as sentries,

Shoulder to shoulder.

They eye the shoreline,

Storm at their backs,

Wind at their sides.

The Sun sets above.

The sea ripples below.

The sky darkens.

Clouds rush in.

Birds flee the scene.

The sky opens.

Water rains from above.

Quiet reigns supreme.

They quicken their tempo.

They hit the sand with force,

Lines of soldiers,

Shoulder to shoulder

As one.

A PURPLE TREE

BLOOD RED

 

 

A red glow lights the street,

falling right at our feet.

We pound the pavements in fright,

fleeing the force of the night.

Vibrations hit the ground

from thunder all around.

The street light sways and groans

as we head for our homes.

Who will save us from these creatures

that torment and won’t release us?

I can see the road ahead.

I hope it leads to my bed.

I can’t take another night

of this endless, losing fight.

 

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

THE TREE

 

 

THE TREE

The tree appears dark and looming.

It could use some proper grooming.

I want to take a walk between its legs,

Growing tall from the ground like giant pegs.

By its rules, we must strictly abide.

Imagine the secrets it must hide.

Come walk with me in its deep shade.

Through the fallen leaves we will wade.

A canopy of leaves above our heads

As we fall asleep in our leafy beds.