RED IN ITS ANGER

 

 

The storm approaches the shore.

A spray of water hits my face.

The salty breeze lifts tendrils of hair.

Palm trees sway and bend.

The sand ripples

from the increasing wind.

Birds flee for safety.

Waves crash against the rocks.

The sky darkens to red in its anger,

raining tears across the land and sea.

When will it end?

Once the sky calms,

the sun will shine.

The birds will return.

The tantrum will be over.

I WALK

 

 

Purple sprays my face.

Orange blinds my eyes.

Ice coats my toes.

Salt whips my hair.

I shut my eyes and walk.

My heels dig into the wet sand.

I move deeper into the water.

Waves attack my shivering body.

I waver for a moment.

Then I continue my journey.

I slit my eyes open.

The sky burns red.

The sun has lowered its face.

I stand in icy water in muted colors of amber.

Time to return to the shore.

Or not.

I continue to walk.

CLOSER TO THE BLUE

 

CLOSER TO THE BLUE

 

Puffy clouds appear far and few

In the aqua sky so brand new.

I sink deeper into the white sand,

My heart beating like a marching band.

 

If I close my eyes tight,

will I see paradise this night?

It takes me back to the time

When everything had been fine.

 

Fantasy, I beseech thee.

Return me so I can roam free.

Take me back to the shore.

Where I’d been happy before.

ANCHORS IN THE WIND

ponderation:

Postcard from Tulum by Todd Wall

 

Calm blue waters.

Pink sand.

Palm trees wave in the sea breeze.

A burst of wind lifts the palm trees.

From their roots, they fly.

From their anchors in the sand.

A puff of wind

and they’re gone.

A PARANORMAL SURPRISE

dark palm trees

 

A town full of happiness & joy

has turned sad like a broken toy.

Where once tourists frolicked in the sun,

frightened residents are on the run.

 

🌹PREY FOR THE DEAD 🌹

 

The Dead will be here.

AN OASIS

quickhoney: fear beta http://quickhoney.com/#vector

 

AN OASIS

 

I may be living in an oasis,

Where the sun shines on a daily basis.

Florida has beautiful flowers and beaches,

But what it may be hiding are deadly leeches.

Dark shadows are following me right now.

I need to escape but I don’t know how.

I don’t want to become like that dead woman.

I don’t even know if the shadows are human.

 

THE DEAD GAME SERIES