Stolen Moments

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Sunset in Mist – photo by Wild Thing

Beautiful door
Only opened
As they arrived
For those
Stolen moments

No day
Would pass
They would meet
To talk … touch
Whisper of
Love and promise

Then . . .
Darkness came
He disappeared

Every day
She faithfully came
The door
Remained locked
She sat by the door . . . waited

She dreamed
Of the door
Always open
They were always
There . . . together

Each doing
Their own thing
Side by side
In happiness

Brushing past
Each other
With smiles
Sharing the day
Quiet nights
Passion filled

A dream
That will never
Come to be
And so, she waits
By the door

Wild Thing ©2017

Written for Prompt 2.15
Writing Rebels

Moonlight Skate

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Frozen Moon – photo by Wild Thing

Warm old truck
5 years old
“Where are we
going Daddy?”
“You’ll see.”

Rough road
Lots of bumps
She giggles
When she flies
Off her seat

Deep in the swamp
Large bag
On his shoulder
Short walk
Narrow path

Under moonlit sky
Snow glistens
On a pond
Blue square
Empty of snow

Deadfall
nature’s bench
Carefully stacked
Just offshore
Bonfire wood

In the bag
Skates!
His old ones
New white
Double blade
Ones for her

Hand in hand
He guides her
Teaches her
Until sure
She can skate
On her own

Wild Thing ©2017

Written for Prompt 2.21
Writing Rebels

 

The Thieves of Hearts

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photo by – Annie

*Special Note*
I wrote this for my dear friend Annie who recently lost her beloved little kitty.

They arrive
Unlooked for
Winning you over
With playful ways
To make you laugh

Each unique
In personality
Still sharing the
Feline independence
Grace agility
Curiosity

Some stay a
Lifetime
Then there are
Those chosen few
Who stay for
A season or two

We nurse them
Give a life
Of freedom
Unconditional love
For with them
That’s how it is

Then they go
Feeling their loss
A little deeper
No matter what
We tell ourselves
We ask
Why steal our heart
Only to leave

Little Thieves
Take that gift
To those
Who have left
It helps them wait
Until
They see you again

Wild Thing ©2017

Mad Dance

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A Day in Sunshine – Digital Art by Wild Thing

Candle lit hall
Voices … laughter
Wild music
Playing
Some danced
Others ate

Here
Games of chance
There
Fortunes told
Jugglers … acrobats
Weave in and out

An assault
On the senses
Bright … bold
Glittering
Exotic scents
Roving eyes

Above it all
Upon his throne
The King
With jaded eye
Observes all

Buxom women
Vie
For position
He comments
Giggles with
False modesty
Answer him

As if
From thin air
Gold and
Sapphires with
Rubies and
Amethyst appear
Time stops
Or did it

Dashing men
Attempt
At claiming
The bright treasure
Their success
Denied

Its glitter
Captures the eye
Of the King
He watches
The failures
One by one

He must
Possess this
Treasure

As he walks
With purpose
The crowd opens
A path
Before him
Until he stands
Before this beauty

First attempt
Denied
Angered slightly
Bemused greatly
He waits

The treasure moves
Just a bit
To the right
As if
To go around

The king moves
To block
An odd chess
Game begins
A move here
A block there

The King
Suddenly
With a
Hearty laugh
Grabs the treasure
Claims it
For his own

Looking into
The sapphires
His lips kiss
Ruby ones
Golden hair
In his hands

As the treasure
Yielded
It was a mad
Beautiful thing
And the dance
Had just begun

Wild Thing©2017

Prompt 2.14
Writing Rebels

You

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Thinking of You – photos by Wild Thing

I choose you.
And I’ll choose you,
Over and over

Without pause,
Without doubt,

In a heartbeat.

I’ll keep
Choosing you.

Throughout
The millennia

It will always be

You.

Wild Thing ©January 10, 2017

Gossamer Castle

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Somewhere – photo by Wild Thing

In the distance
Their eyes see
A peaceful place
Gossamer castle
Drifting in air

A haven
Where they live
By their rules
Love revealing
Their true beauty

Forged in light
At the source
As one … then
Split in two
Each of the other

Appearing fragile
It stands strong
Though gale force
Winds have blown
Love is its mortar

With trust
As its soul
Earthquakes
Merely stir it
Still it stands

Gossamer castle
Shining beacon
Love … trust … peace
Doubts vanish
In their light

Wild Thing ©January 10, 2017

For a Moment

we were rebels
screaming no
to our parents’ life
exploring our world
roof down music loud
oh how happy

sat on car hoods
held hands
watched sunsets
in our eyes
percy’s warm
and tender love

dusk fall
dirt road trails
old abandoned house
weed walking
breath held in fright
season of the witch

snow fall night
empty parking lots
back bumper skiing
laughter caught in air
glittery eyelashes
made my heart sing

Wild Thing©2016

At Twenty-Five

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He Brought Flowers – photos by Wild Thing

Old chevy truck
Full parking lot
Hands in pockets
He knows
She’ll come

Watches cars
Speed by
Jaw muscle works
Senses her
He turns

They talk
He yells
She placates
He yells
She shakes her head

Curious bird
Mirror perched
Tilts head
As if to listen
Frightened and leaves

He breaks
Starts to cry
Shakes head
Asks her why
White hanky at his nose

Blue eyes
Pain filled
Tears held back
Shakes head
I don’t know

Reaches up
His head
On her shoulder
Holding him
It’ll be ok Daddy

At 25
Child becomes
The parent

Wild Thing©2016

Mare in the Mist

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Winter Mist – photos by Wild Thing

In the mist
Quiet Mare
Patiently waiting
To be guided
In skilled
Acceptance

Receptive
To his gentle
Command
In an open
Almost
Spiritual way

She takes
Her time
Careful
In approach
She does not
Drive but is led

She feels
His wishes
Then
Responds
With grace
And equanimity

Swiftly
They merge
Rider and mare
Following
His lead
She opens
Fully

Like a river
She flows freely
Natural
Responsiveness
Based on
Inner strength
Takes them
Beyond
All ken

Wild Thing ©2016

Dark Dream

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Night Storm – photo by Wild Thing

Dark night
Wind picks up
Low rumbling

Across boards
A white chair
Tap dances

Tension builds
The rumble now
A dragon’s roar

Air crackles
Prickles
Neck hair lifts

Flashes of light
Blind the eyes
Twisting limbs
No control
Flexing bending
In the wind

The crescendo
Suddenly arching
Tension breaks
Storm opens
Rain falls down
Full force

Crying out
She wakes . . . alone
Gasping for air

A dream
Just a dream
Or was it . . .

Wild Thing ©2016