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Category Archives: Fiction Writing
Caught in the storm
Lured from tree house
Hiding places
Secure warm
From tiny throne
Leading loyal ones
To the next home
Caught in a storm
Taken down
As one
She is queen
Her word is won
Workers lives
Depend upon
Sudden storm
Mass extinction
Regret moving
Even mentioned
For one that brings
Our hearts attention
This day such loss
Is worth a mention
Bursting through
No matter how
Hemmed in
We might feel
There is always
A way
To shine
Green eyes
Seeing green
Is necessary
For healthy mind
Forest bathing
Sublime
Wandering through
Hapless lives
How many times
Listening in
Expecting
Indifference
Disinterest
Instead
Twist of pain
Sharp sides
Insecurities denied
How I longed
To rest alongside
Ever wondering
Are they happier
Without me?
So many unknowns
Least of all
Knowing eyes
Green or blue?
Depending
Whether
Looking
At you
Peer review
Ill considered
Vague objective
Poor reasoning
Loose perspective
Tardy data
Findings undone
Trumped when one's own
Heart is won
Finding words
Far fetched
Flung
Elusive
Elaborate
Clearly fading
Truth evading
Tell strangers
In their thousands
All but one
Can live happily
This old love
With peace
Precious holding
Delicate dandelions
In the wind
Seeds travel
To far off lands
Letting go
Empty hands
Hold open
Wondering
Where you go
Do you take
Words with you
Let them grow?
Living treasures
We say farewell
With a gift
Not many receive
A living thing
To tend and care
Responsibility
To remember lives
We cannot share
The special two
The special two
Who walk idly
Along the beach
In their imagination
Smiling at passersby
Holding hands
Greeting fellow
Furry four-leg friends
A woman's worth
Measured in beats
Of our hearts
Glad to be alive
She spies her love
Like a sweet secret
A jar of pear drops
Hidden entreat
Seeking waterfalls
Watching them spill
Away to sea
Feelings cascade
Endlessly
Crimson kiss
Would I be amiss
To ask you
As the rain
Washes through
Opening again
Until the summer
Scorches us
We hide away
Missing crimson
Pea flower
At Christmas
While my guitar gently weeps
Bar chords
Black vans
On the wall
Mind haze
Heady brew
Dreaming rewind
Red room
None of her kind
Four pictures
Rotated daily
Every living thing
Holds her power
Over me
Count the stars of heaven 