A keyhole
Is all that we need.
To see.
To dream.
Let our imagination soar
To the world beyond.
To the unknown.
A peek.
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A Desert Landscape
Source: fascination–infatuation
A Desert Landscape
My mind is a desert landscape,
full of worries and contradictions.
It blasts away any chance of peace,
keeping me awake seeking sleep.
Thoughts are jumbled in the cobwebs,
lining the halls of my utter despair.
Bells ring in these curved walls,
warnings for me to take care.
Once one hole is filled in,
another one soon emerges.
A shovel will not do the job
to keep me safe from my pride.
A better state of mind is needed
to repair the damage already done.
My mind is a desert landscape,
full of worries and contradictions.
THE GREEN INSIDE
The green hides inside.
With unspoken pride.
It comes at night.
What a great sight.
A mist falls first.
Trees drink from thirst.
They swallow the green whole.
Then fall down a deep hole.
Fairies alight on leaves.
Get me out of here, please.
A HOLE IN THE WOODS
A HOLE IN THE WOODS
A circle of fear.
We mustn’t go near.
It calls in the night.
A harrowing sight.
Pebbles and dirt are pulled in.
It offers a deadly sin.
The Dead are waiting inside.
I’m going to run and hide.
THE DEAD GAME
THE SINKHOLE
THE SINKHOLE
A sinkhole where the house has stood
Lies deep in the deserted wood.
Where has everyone gone to?
The grass and trees are gone too.
A house and garden have once stood here.
Now there is only the ground laid bare.
Could they be in the tunnels below?
And hear me if I yell out hello?
I hear rumbling coming from the hole.
The loose rocks are beginning to roll.
I should leave before it’s too late
And I suffer the same sad fate.
THE DEAD GAME
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FOLLOW YOUR DREAMS PART III
“Oh, hello little animals.
Are you getting married today?”
No answer.
More bells.
One of the animals winks at me,
and then they both fly away.
I’m alone again.
All quiet,
except for those
annoying wedding bells.
The ground begins to shake.
Snow falls off the branches.
I look down and see a hole.
Is that for me?
I feel a hard push,
and then I’m falling.
Falling down this dark abyss.
What’s at the bottom?
Will I make it to the bottom?
Will I live to tell the tale?
Continued tomorrow.
FOLLOW YOUR DREAMS
FOLLOW YOUR DREAMS
A house standing
in the middle of the woods.
Where did it come from?
It’s flat,
one dimensional.
I can see the trees
through the front door.
How unusual.
What will happen
if I walk through the door?
Will there be more dimensions?
Will I be entering a new world?
My imagination is much too active.
I’m always imagining weird things.
This time,
I will follow through with my daydream.
I will walk through this door.
I will find out what is on the other side.
Here goes.
Now I’m standing in darkness.
Where are the trees?
The sunlight?
I hear creaky noises.
They’re coming closer.
Oh no.
To be continued tomorrow.
WINTER SUN
sundxwn: Gullfoss in Winter Sun by Peter Negatsch
The winter sun is rising.
Releasing its stored energy.
Cracking the frozen ground wide open.
Creating a dark hole.
A hole reaching down
into emptiness.
No lights.
No sounds.
Only nothingness.
The sun feels good
on my face.
The snow feels less cold
and forbidding.
The light is calling me
away from the darkness.
I will listen to it.
I will go toward it.
Away from the gaping hole
and empty dreams.
To the light of a new day.
Good morning world.
WHERE’S THE CAT?
Young black-tailed prairie dog
“I saw it!
I really did.
I thought I saw a pussy cat.
Where is it? Where did it go?”
Or did he just lose something?
A HOLE TO THE HEART
A small hole in glass can become wider over time
if left unattended.
A hole or damage to one’s heart can also
leader to further pain if left unattended.
SUSANNE LEIST 