Monday, September 28, 2015


Glass half-full
Focus the moment
The center of truth
Own it
Straw wrapper folded
Into a zigzag pattern
Smoothed out after
rhubarb chatter
Queried and qwerty’d
into matter
Of fact-checked impact
Shattered open


Tuesday, September 1, 2015


Sticks and stones shaded deep 
Reflect the surface 
Shroud answers beneath. 
Draw blood in hot silent rush 
Raging smooth ice pink flush. 

Ripple my alabaster likeness  
Molton at the core, 
Liquid gold Midas fear to touch.  
Live cloaked, gloved,  
In orbit space, in heat, abandon love.  

Photo Prompt from Magpie Tales