A beauty they claimed
her eyes full of fire
the men wanted those lips
and … yes hot with desire
though songs were sung pictures painted
she waited for love
an aging beauty they said
her eyes full of tears
the scores and paintings now smeared
hoping for one
to dry her eyes
she stood waiting
wrinkled now with only a faint glow
she looked to the moon
“it’s late I know”
turning she beheld wrinkled and gray
he had always been there
never seen til this day
she smiled and he saw her beauty
The picture speaks of a woman rejected and alone. I had to throw in some hope even as the night approaches.
Thanks to the gracious Tess Kincaid who hosts Magpie Tales week after week for all to enjoy.
Look into a reflection – you might see truth you might see lies
I looked upon the reflective source of yesterday
daring not enter my gaze too deep
for the closer I wandered in my mind
the more one I would become with said image
a mere reflection “no”
for there I see you
you the one who feigned connection
believing you as a part of me
told me things I longed to hear
whispers long in the night
into my lonely ear
caused longing for something that was never
and like a fool I harkened to a voice
fractual promises never granted
realizing my blunder
I inserted into the mirror
my empty heart
whether from love or naught
left said reflection in your hands
do not believe the smile is for you
This piece of prose is a late offering to the respected hostess of Magpie Tales – Tess Kincaid where weekly she gives writers a prompt challenge.
Ever had a dream where you , the dreamer, didn’t view the whole dream?
“I had a wonderful dream,” I said to my roommate my hair in a very mussed state.
“Oh but then you are always having dreams,” she grinned.” What was the dream this time?”
“It was more dreamy than usual. It was if a fog machine was on in my room.
The hottie who is always in my dreams was in a three piece suit. Ive never seen him dressed like that.
He told me he loved what I was wearing.
Then the fog rose. I didnt see the rest of my own dream. Must have been X rated.”
“Well in your case roomie PG-13.”
I laughed ” I guess you are right. I woke up fully clothed.”
Thanks Tess for the great picture prompt for this week’s Magpie Tales
Is there a solution to pain? The wind and the raven have theirs.
I looked in her eyes.
So much sorrow
so much pain.
As tears began to fall
they were more turbulent
than the rain
what can I do
to remove this blight?
for she is my everything
my true love’s delight!
Yet what can a mere
black raven do?
I am small
Then I heard
the wind’s roar through the rain.
I will turn her black as the night
give her feathers
remove this bane.
We will never caress
nor will we embrace.
But of her tears
there is no memory nor trace.
thanks to Magpie Tales for a wonderful challenge to put this picture to words and to the beautiful Tess Kincaid who makes this happen