THE WEEPING WOMAN

 

The lights turn on in the room so dark.

We came here for a dare and a lark.

The rooms are deserted and cold.

Ghosts would be present we were told.

All we see are dust and deserted rooms.

No one has lived here in so many moons.

The quiet is unnerving and thick.

Time for us to leave this scene real quick.

Something doesn’t feel right.

We must turn and take flight.

Before the noise from above

Thinks we are her lost love.

The weeping woman is coming near.

She dances and chuckles at our fear.

The doors and windows are locking.

Our escape the ghost is blocking.

AN OASIS

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 end up like that dead woman.
I don’t even know if the shadows are human.

THE DEAD GAME

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WOMAN IN THE WOODS

Dance in the woods.

Feel the wind

lifting your hair.

Raise your arms

to the sky.

Sway to the soft wind.

Listen.

No sounds.

No more winds.

Dance with the darkness.

Dance with the shadows.

Dance with death.

It comes quickly and swiftly.

No warning.

No sounds.

Only death.

OH ERTE

maudelynn:

Erte; The Precious Stones; Sapphire c.1969

Oh Erte.

The grace and elegance

of your art.

The master of your craft.

The precision of details.

The combination of colors.

The impeccable designs.

The lover of the human form.

The lover of a woman’s form.

We thank you, Erte.

THE WOMAN IN THE SHADOWS

THE WOMAN IN THE SHADOWS<br /> This would make a nice story.<br /> Each night a woman appears.<br /> She floats across the dimly lit garden.<br /> No one knows where she came from<br /> or who she’s looking for.<br /> I look out my window<br /> and see her every night.<br /> One night she doesn’t appear.<br /> Did she find what she was looking for?<br /> Did she find her true love?<br /> I will never know but I still wait for her.

THE WOMAN IN THE SHADOWS

This would make a nice story.

Each night a woman appears.

She floats across the dimly lit garden.

No one knows where she came from

or who she’s looking for.

I look out my window

and see her every night.

One night she doesn’t appear.

Did she find what she was looking for?

Did she find her true love?

I will never know but I still wait for her.

DIFFERENT PERSPECTIVES