WASH AWAY MY PAIN

Please wash away my sorrow and pain.
Let them flow down the streets with the rain,
Dissolved in torrents of despair and sadness,
Joining others on their way past the madness.

The ocean may take them far away,
To places we cannot even say,
Where no one recognizes their sting
Or knows the infliction they can bring.

The rain grows harder with its might,
Becoming hail on this fateful night.
I want to be free of all traces
Of unwanted feelings and faces.

My body grows cold from the rain.
I stand clean and free from the pain.
Shivers create a path down my spine
As I wait in the dark woods of pine.

I hold my head high to the wet spray.
It becomes a mist of blue and gray.
The faucet has been turned off for the night,
Leaving me feeling clean and all so right.

I LONG TO TOUCH HIS FACE

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I see him in my mind’s eye.

He is dead, and so am I.

He floats alone in the ocean.

I have taken the dark potion.

His body slowly drifts near,

A countenance without fear.

I long to touch his face,

Not of the human race.

My spirit glides free.

And soon, so shall he.

IT IS TIME TO FLY

It is time, my friends, I sigh.

To spread my wings and learn to fly.

My heart is heavy, but my spirit soars high.

I seek a proper way to say goodbye.

Life has become a selfish way to be.

There is no ‘we’ but only the greedy ‘me.’

The world has lost its appeal to me.

I need to escape and learn to fly free.

Mother Nature will guide my journey.

As the birds follow the land & the sea.

So too, I will take the next step I see.

A hesitant but vital step to being free.

I close my eyes and touch the sky.

My body rises above the tallest tree.

As the puffy clouds make room for me.

The birds circle me as I fly free.

TRANQUILITY

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Tranquility I seek

In the water so deep.

The moonlight’s glow,

The wave’s salty flow,

Even the whale’s blow,

Bring me to a special place,

As soothing as a lover’s embrace.

Cold fingers hold me aloft

In a bed so watery and soft.

#RRBC 30-DAY BLOGGING CHALLENGE DAY 17

For the blog challenge, I will begin reliving my vacations before Covid. I’m not yet ready to travel on a plane, even with a mask. Today, I’m revisiting the Dominican Republic, where I vacationed with my daughter, Ashley, my son-in-law, Chaim, and my husband, Lee, at an exclusive resort.

This is the four of us going for our first meal. The resort was spread apart with many buildings and individual condos. We rented a small house with a backyard and pool. We had to move twice since there were problems with the condos, one lost water, and the second flooded from the rain. Each time, they gave us a more extensive and prettier house.

The grounds were beautiful and so extensive we used golf carts to drive around. Each section had its own pool, and we tried them all.

Palm trees were everywhere. We chose this exclusive resort because it offered kosher meals, which we didn’t realize at first that we paid for on top of everyone else’s fees.

This is the pool in the kosher section, which is the smallest one, but always deserted.

The pool in our last condo was the biggest and I was able to do laps.

The views were spectacular. I miss the beaches and pools and definitely need a vacation.

RED HOT

Red hot waves lap at the shore,

bringing with them blood and gore.

Paradise has come to an end.

Death is right around the bend.

Florida will never be the same

once we play The Dead Game.

THE DEAD GAME

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WITHOUT FEAR

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I see him in my mind’s eye.

He is dead, and so am I.

He floats alone in the ocean.

We have taken the dark potion.

He drifts near,

Without fear.

I long to touch his face,

Not of the human race.

My spirit glides free.

And soon so shall he.

DRIFTING AWAY

My mind can’t handle the world’s chaos.

My thoughts are drifting to a peaceful place,

where the sky meets the mountains and water

in luscious shades of blue.

A LIVING SCULPTURE

A living and breathing sculpture.

It entices us.

It bemuses us.

It challenges us.

But most of all,

it inspires us.

AN ISLAND ESCAPE

Take me from a world without color,
where life can be dull and grey.
I want to swim through the ocean’s waves,
where rainbows frolic and play.

The sun’s rays shimmer on the water,
leaving trails of gold, yellow, and red.
Beacons of light for me to follow,
to a new land where to lay my head.

Who lives on this small island?
It’s time for me to explore.
I see a hut of branches.
I must see if there is more.

I walk across the pale pink sand
to the small hut and step inside.
The room is dark, without windows.
I check to see what it may hide.

A man saunters into the room.
At the table, places are set.
He turns to me with a huge grin,
as if I am his new prized pet.

He makes an abrupt movement
and strides across the dark room.
He kisses me with cold passion
under the blood-red moon.

I swam across the ocean

to find a new shore.

But here I am again

in his arms once more.