Present

We rush through
a tinderbox world 
with an armload of matches
as the wind picks up

Skies darken
lightning flashes
but no rain falls

Ignorance and Want
follow us
track us
trace our steps
drawing ever closer

Then high above
the vultures begin to circle
and all our bad victories
catch in our throats

 

These 55 words are woefully late for Joy’s FF55 at Verse Escape.

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Autumnal Equinox – FF55

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Light and shadows dance
through the ages
flashing, winking, spinning

And now the time begins
when shadows enfold the light
when we turn
to darker thoughts
with shorter days
and colder nights
when blossoms are spent
and fruits have ripened

The growing season is over
prepare your garden
prepare your soul
winter is on the way

This is for Joy, who has resurrected FF55 at Verse Escape.  Go there and see what it’s all about.  (Photo is by me.)

Mid-Night

There is a time
closer to night than morning
when parties fall
into ruin
and the moon wearies

There is a time
when dreams are forgotten
and shades
lose their way 

There is a time
when the clock
gives up its hands
and the hours pool
on the ground
running to regret

This is my time

This is for my friend Joy’s FF55 revival at Verse Escape, even though it’s not Friday, and if you’re counting, there aren’t 55 words.

Nightmare

Days are dark
waters are rising
yet the world is burning
as we are being led
144 characters at a time
into the mouth
of the fire

False prophets promise
haven as they
steal the ground
from beneath our feet and
deport
our dreams

Turns out
the small-fisted, would-be emperor
is both naked and blind.

This is for Hedgewitch’s memorial FF55 at Verse Escape.

And Yet…

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“… inspiration stalks us / through gloom” –Hilda Doolittle

Our lives are spent
chasing dark, smoky dreams
that end in
compromised alleys
filled with expired promises
that hang
for a moment,
then dissipate in
the fading light
of another lost day
 
Raw, indifferent winds
blow crumpled
wisps of paper
scribbled
with our secret antidote:
hope

Tenuous, transitory
and yet we
hope

These 55 words are for Kerry and the rest of the Toads in the Imaginary Garden.  It is also linked to Magpie Tales where Tess provided picture “Atonement Letter.”  Click on the links and check both of them out.

Otis

Occasionally Otis smells bad
and at times he is rude in public.
He can be messy, oh yes…
 
But he never
holds a grudge.
He is honest, guileless
and kind
faithful and
filled with faith
in me.
He is brave and funny,
a born optimist.
 
My dog is a better person
than any of us.

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-Photo by Mary Bach

Grand Finale

The November temple is empty
the sacrifice finished.
Leaves scatter in the wind;
branches snap
like dry bones
of an unearthed skeleton.

The hole
in my graveyard chest
is empty
and black birds pick
at the pearls
which were my eyes.
 
Houdini’s midnight cape
settles with a flourish.
The show is over.