ALONE IN A CEMETERY

 

ALONE IN A CEMETERY

 

The wind whispers.

The trees sway.

Air hisses through the leaves.

Shadows lurk between gravestones.

With long robes, they sweep toward me.

A statue looms in the distance.

A winged angel turns her cold face 

and faces me.

A wicked grin curves her mouth.

Her wings take flight.

And so do I.

ANCHORS IN THE WIND

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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.

GAZEBO IN THE DARK

 

 

GAZEBO IN THE DARK

Darkness surrounds from each side.

The storm brews with the rising tide.

A gazebo stands in the clearing.

I don’t like the shrill sound I’m hearing.

Candles flicker inside.

There is no place to hide.

I’m being pulled toward the light.

My body refuses to fight.

A noose hangs above me.

I will never be free.


THE DEAD GAME

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A PERFECT OASIS

 

 

A perfect oasis where dreams come true.

Palm trees wave their arms in the warm breeze.

Birds sing a happy tune above the blue.

Until the night exhales its cold breath.

Torrents of wind dig through the white sand.

Where dark shadows leave no footprints.

And tourists remain innocent no more.

THE DEAD GAME

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TEARS FROM HEAVEN

 

 

The sun hits my face.

Clouds are soon

followed by raindrops,

Tears from heaven.

Between the sun and clouds

they fall.

Propelled by the soft wind,

They blur my vision,

Stop me in my tracks,

Cause me to face the sky,

To the heavens,

To the source.