OUR IMAGINATION

Our imagination entices us.
It takes us to new places.
With our eyes closed,
We could explore the world.

 

Oceans to be crossed.
Far away places visited.
Mountains climbed.
Passions enjoyed.

A closed door stands before me,
Hiding its own secrets.
I will cross its threshold
With eyes wide open.

The door opens to flowers and sunshine.
Lounge chairs on the hot sand.
The sun shining on the ocean,
Revealing palettes of blues and greens.

A perfect paradise waits for me.
A bathing suit lies across a chair.
Time for a swim and a tan.
A beautiful escape.

SECRETS OF THE OCEAN

The ocean holds secrets.

Darkness beneath its depths.

Creatures waiting to rise up.

The waves bring them closer.

Figures beneath the ripples.

A hand reaching for my feet.

I’m sinking into the sand.

The hand pulls me into the water.

I can’t keep my head up.

Strong arms lift me from behind.

And we swim to shore.

I look up into dark brown eyes.

Todd’s eyes.

He saved me.

The waves flow away.

Taking the evil with them.

THE DEAD GAME

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A VACATION PARADISE

 

Pool

 

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 

TROPICAL PARADISE

Oasis offers a tropical paradise.

Palm trees swaying in the breeze.

Bodies lying in the hot sun.

Baking to their hearts’ content.

Cool water to soothe their flesh.

Fresh water or salt on display.

The night brings the trade winds.

Accompanied by dark shadows.

Visitors to the Florida town.

Ready to play their nightly games.

A game for one or two.

It’s all up to you.

THE DEAD GAME

THE LAST WAVE

sunset wave

 

THE LAST WAVE

It’s coming.

Coming closer.

It’s here.

The big wave.

I’ve been waiting all day.

In over my head.

My feet are lifting.

Being swept away.

The swell is taking me.

Holding me close.

I can’t move.

I can’t swim.

Head is going under.

Silence.

Rocks.

Fish.

Time slows down.

The last wave.

THE DEPTHS

The Depths

 

 

THE DEPTHS

Rising from below.

From the deep.

Arms reaching.

Voice yearning.

Fish scattering.

Water parting.

Birds crying.

Sun hiding.

Darkness rising.

Long dark hair.

Face as white as snow.

Eyes mirroring the depths.

He returns for me.

He swims to shore.

The Dead at his back.

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THE PERFECT PLACE

I found the place to relax and read!

 

The perfect place to relax and read.

The perfect place to write.

I will close my eyes.

Listen to the water lapping at the windows.

Feel the motion of the waves.

Watch the fish swim by.

Safe inside my clear cocoon. 

Lulling me to sleep.

Dreams filling my mind.

At rest.

At peace.

Perfect.