THE JOURNEY

 

 

The mist follows close at my heels,

Relentless in its pursuit.

Roots poke through the ground.

Tree limbs grab at me.

The fog clears.

The forest ends.

I’ve reached the clearing.

He waits for me.

A black stallion is his ride.

I grab his extended arm.

He lifts me behind him.

We ride like the wind.

I sigh and turn my head.

A scream is lodged in my throat.

His face isn’t of my loved one

but a mask of death.

We ride like the wind

to the ends of the earth.

Hell’s gates shut behind us.

No one is knocking on its doors.

 

 

 

 

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AN ELECTRIC STORM

 

 

Let’s scale the heights.

Be careful of the crevices.

The deep valleys.

The empty holes.

Climb the next ridge.

Enter through an opening.

Small as a fly.

Hear the blood pound.

The synapses sizzle and pop.

Journey through the darkness.

Through the unknown.

Exhilarating as an electric storm.

Colorful as a fireworks display.

A ride through space and time.

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Poetry by D. L. Finn

DARKNESS

The air is thick as you breathe it in

Filling your lungs with its silence.

It unnerves you when you’re alone

Because in the darkness there are shadows.

They are filled with the unknown

While the quiet is lurking with danger.

It’s unseen, watching while your heart is racing

And your skin drenched in sweat, you scan the night.

You see nothing and hear nothing

Yet, you know it’s there.

You hurry back into the light where it’s safe

Shut the door and lock it with a sigh of relief.

You quickly forget the darkness

But, what you don’t know is…

It hasn’t forgotten you.

 

TO FLY (Musings from the Back of a Harley)

We fly by the ranches…

Cows, goats, and horses.

Grazing golden-grass untroubled…

As we rumble loudly past them.

The ponds are rain depleted…

Fall harvest signs invite us to stop.

 

But, today is a day to fly…

To fly past normalcy

To fly past worries

To fly past obligations.

 

They rush by us like the scenery…

Soaring past our leather-clad bodies.

They crash behind us like a boat’s wake…

Miraculously missing us in our frantic flight.

Yet, all is forgiven flying on our motorcycle…

As our souls chaperon our journey.

 

THE RIVER’S GIFTS

It’s smooth and gentle on a warm spring day…

The rocks and trees are mirrored in its purity.

The beach’s sandy-warmth caresses me…

As I skim a flat rock across the water’s surface.

Eight small splashes are my reward…

Expanding into rings that disappear into flow.

Fish swim with the current beneath…

Hawks soar above searching for their next meal.

I deeply breathe in the serenity shared by the river.

 

A delicate butterfly swoops down and rests in front of me…

I want to touch it, be a part of its splendor, as I watch it fly away.

It finds nectar on a purple flower at the water’s edge…

I inhale bliss as the butterfly’s hunger is satisfied.

Searching up river I find water cascading down a rocky ledge.

I pause to drink in the magnificence and wisdom…

The river can negotiate any obstacle and continue its journey.

Here next to the flowing wonder, I find peace, and beauty…

I absorb this into my being, with gratitude, for the river’s gifts.

 

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What do you think of the new description of THE DEAD GAME?

I’ve been busy editing my second book in THE DEAD GAME SERIES. I bought an editing program, ProWriting Aid. It analyzes my sentences to death. I have one hundred pages to edit. It has taken me six months to edit the first two hundred. I get sidetracked by writing poetry, promoting my first book, and life. 

I wrote a new description of my first book and even brightened its colors for promotion. I want to know what my followers think of my changes.

I had hoped to publish book two by the end of the year, but I’m editing it to the bitter end. Once completed, I will release the book and its title. I am learning patience.

Thank you, everyone, for following me on my journey.

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Book 1 in Series

Linda Bennett moves from New York to Florida to live a quieter life. She opens a bookstore and makes new friends. Life in Oasis is perfect until the dead body washes on shore. She learns dead bodies and disappearing tourists are typical for this small town. As soon as the sun sets, dark shadows stalk Linda and her friends. Once the stores shut for the night, the young residents hide behind closed doors. The same time, the original residents hold parties at their mansions and appear in town.

Life becomes more complicated for Linda and her group. They receive an unsigned invitation to a party at End House, a deserted mansion that hides a sinister history. On the night of the party, the house waits for them filled with revolving rooms upstairs and cages of wild animals in the basement. Horrifying traps and illusions face them at every turn. With wild animals at their backs, the young residents flee for their lives.

They embark on an arduous journey, not knowing whom to trust, to uncover the one controlling the evil game and their town. Who are The Dead? Are they humans or vampires? Will Linda lose her heart to Todd? Will her best friend, Shana, fall for Sheriff Sam? Is a second book needed?

The Dead Game has begun.

 

SEA OF GOLD

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The sun sets

on glistening sand.

The ground splits open

to reveal a path.

Miles into the distance,

the path continues.

Through the mud,

you trudge.

Sinking into the muck,

you forge ahead.

Roadblocks or rocks

won’t deter you.

A crooked road it may be,

but follow it you must

until the bitter end.

THE ROAD TAKEN

 

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The road curves.

It straightens.

Past meadows.

Crowded cities.

Miles of pasture.

Windows open.

Wind rushing past.

Follow the birds.

Until the next town.

The next city.

The next stop.

Engine rumbles.

It dies.

Destination reached.

Time served.

THE FINAL BELL

passium Deactivated

 

 

Walk to the end.

A long walk alone.

Clouds hang low.

Quiet reigns supreme.

Darkness abounds.

One foot in front of the other.

Moving closer to the end.

Does heaven wait for me?

I close my eyes in acceptance.

Fate has rung her final bell.

PEBBLES IN THE OCEAN

 

 

Pebbles drift in the ocean

in multitudes too many to count.

I yearn for the dark sea

as it holds mystery for me.

I will join these pebbles,

one more to their endless journey,

where I may find answers

to questions unspoken.