QUAINT

 

 

A town of sea breezes.

Long evening walks.

Colorful sunsets.

Parties on the beach.

A quaint Main Street.

Friendly townspeople.

And THE DEAD.

No town is perfect.

THE DEAD GAME

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PARADISE LOST

Palm trees to brush my long hair.

Sea breeze to soothe my hot skin.

Soft sand to cushion my steps.

Cold water to tingle my toes.

A smell of paradise for my nose.

But once night falls.

Paradise is lost for all.

 

THE DEAD GAME

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THE DEAD GAME — AN ISLAND ESCAPE

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

The sun’s rays shimmer off 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.

I fly through the rolling waves,
Touching down on a spot of land.
I am lifted by arms of fountains
And laid to rest on the pink sand.

Turtles scurry away from my hand.  
Birds fly around as they have fun.
The waves recede in their farewell dance,
Leaving me alone in the sun.

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

The steps are pretty steep,
I climb and step inside.
The room is small and dark.
Who knows what it may hide?

I hear footsteps from the room beyond.
They’re coming closer to where I hide.
It’s too late to run for the door,
I must face whoever is inside.

Todd saunters into the room.
Candles and two places set.
He throws me a big grin,
As if I am his prized pet.

We both wait in silence.
Todd slowly moves toward me.
“I hope you like my surprise.”
I feel as cold as can be. 

I don’t like surprises.
Especially from him.
He keeps me at arms length,
Not letting me in.

I lower my eyes
From the fire in his eyes.
They’re consuming me alive,
I’m burning up from his lies.

Todd makes an abrupt movement.
He strides across the room.
He kisses me with great passion
Under the blood red moon.


THE DEAD GAME

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So alone.
Why can’t I enjoy the view.
Blue water cascading over rocks.
The smell of the sea in the air.
A vacation paradise.

My thoughts drift to happier times.
Times of parties and friends.
New acquaintances.
New beginnings.

Where has it all gone?
Gone from my mind.
Gone from the town.
To be replaced by dark shadows.

I can feel them around me,
Lurking beyond the pool,
Waiting for the right moment to pounce.
I refuse to let them get me.
Not this time.

The water does look inviting;
To be cocooned in its warmth.
I feel wet.
I’m in the water.
I must have been pushed.

A chuckle drifts nearby,
Transforming into a hearty laugh.
Is it coming from the shadow above the rocks?
Did it push me in?

I close my eyes.
The warmth.
The safety.
Like a baby
Returning to the womb.

THE DEAD GAME


 

MY PERFECT FANTASY

I’ll take a walk through the soft sand.
Dip my toes into the ocean.
Let the cold water soothe me.
The sun hit my face.
The salty breeze ruffle my hair.
A perfect paradise.
Until I feel the pressure.
A pulling on my leg.
A hand reaches for me.
It’s coming out of the ocean.
Time to leave my perfect fantasy.
Life has a way of interfering.
In the form of demons.
Some of our own making.
Some created by others.
This demon is rising from the ocean.
It looks a little like a pile of clothing.
I know what it is.
It’s the demon of laundry.
An ever present and growing demon.
Will a stack of dishes be next?
Goodbye demons!
I’m going back to my fantasy.
I can see dolphins swimming by the shore.
See you later!
 

SUMMER

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SUMMER

I want to enjoy the summer light.
It does shine on the water so bright.
Smell the salt water in the  air.
Let the sea breeze flow through my hair.
Happiness is a day at the beach.
It is what I so dearly beseech.
A day with no worries or fears.
No bad things to bring me to tears.

A WINDOW

A window to the world.

A window to beauty.

To snow-capped mountains.

To swan-filled lakes.

To pounding waves of the ocean.

To fields of flowers.

To adventure.

To romance.

Open the window.

Open your mind

to the possibilities.

Wake up your senses.

Can you see the rocks

along the shore?

Can you feel the ocean breeze?

Can you smell the flowers?

Can you feel the hot sun

on your face?

Can you hear the seagulls’ cries?

Can you taste the salty air?

I can.

A BIRD

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To keep flying.

Or to join my friends.

So many choices.

All are good.

The sun is setting.

I can feel its warmth

on my feathers.

While the warm breeze ruffles them.

The water looks calm.

I can see my friends swimming

with the current.

They look content and happy.

What a beautiful day

to be alive.

To be a bird.

THERE

I want to be there.

Not here by my computer.

But there on the beach.

Walking on the sand.

Feeling the cold water

hit my toes.

The pounding surf

against my body.

Spray of salt water

on my face.

Soothing.

Refreshing.

Like a cocoon,

enveloping me,

comforting me.

I close my eyes

and feel a laugh

bubbling inside of me,

ready to take flight.

A laugh of delight

and freedom.

Come join me.

A fantasy can

be easily shared.