I AM FREE

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Floating in the dark of night

After the birds take flight.

Out in the sea, I drift alone,

Where no one else dares to roam.

Tears fall upon my face

As they step up their pace.

Flooded with grief and despair.

I free my braid and cut chunks of hair.

I don’t need to be a beauty anymore.

He’s walked out of the proverbial door.

I am free to drift with the night or

Visit the depths of the ocean floor.

No one searches for me.

I take a step, I’m free.

A PERFECT SUMMER DAY

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Portovenere, Italy ~ Luca Libralato

Brushstrokes of blue and gray

to outline the puffy clouds.

Broad swipes of teal and aquamarine

to meet the neverending horizon.

Swells of purest white

will rise from the blue depths.

As my fingers reach for the canvas,

my gaze travels to the brushes,

and I shake my head.

No painting is needed

to capture the perfect day.

I stare around me

at nature’s perfect handiwork.

PARADISE LOST AND FOUND

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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CAN YOU FEEL IT?

Can you feel it?

Can you sense it?

The rage.

The fury.

THE DEAD are coming.

THE DEAD GAME

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THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM

Tourists stroll the beaches.

Shouts of joy flow from the Oasis Hotel

as guests frolic in the swimming pools.

You might think this is a paradise but take care.

Never trust the calm before the storm.

THE DEAD GAME

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HE LIGHTS MY FIRE

He lights my fire

to take me higher.

The town’s on fire,

set by the sire.

He comes tonight

for the big fight.

He comes for me

from the dark sea.

PREY FOR THE DEAD

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PASSIONS BURN HOT

Passions burn hot in Florida
as sizzling as a summer day
beneath the scorching sun.

PREY FOR THE DEAD

by Susanne Leist

RED IN ITS ANGER

I can feel the storm approaching.

Moving closer to shore.

A spray of water in my face.

Salt in the air.

Palm trees swaying.

Sand rippling.

A wildness in the air.

Birds fleeing for safety.

Waves crashing.

Sky turning darker.

Red in its anger.

Roaring its fury.

Raining down tears.

When will it end?

Once the sky is finished.

Once it’s calmed down.

The sun will peek out.

The birds will return.

And all will be right

with the world.

Tantrum over.