Saturday Night Cabin Fever

Splash around some sunshine colors and flowers, turn up the heat and the music. Pretend we are not stuck in a box in the dark and cold, waiting for a chilly hopeful spring. Forget that wistful future and soak up the here and now, dancing ‘til we sweat with tropical heat. Let the world around us blur into a margarita mai-tai mirage and the friends we know evolve into fascinating strangers.

Photo Prompt: Mag 256

Half Notes

Damaged herself, didn’t she?

Inked lines and broken strings

Tattooed bruises of useless regret

Half-notes in ashes

Makeovers, hangovers caught in the Web

All’s fair in love

Save the girl judged

The inferiority complex,

Sleeping her way to the top

Strumming for the slumming

A porcelain mask for the flash

No shamed red hibiscus

For the coiled proboscis

Butterfly lashes arouse

Inspired herself, didn’t she? 

 Photo prompt from Magpie Tales

Shhhh. . .

Bunched

Behind the fence

Blue jeans drenched

We climbed a tree

And jumped

Photo Prompt Mag 252

Pique

Graphic design and colors of the year,

Photoshopped windows catch the eye.

Plastered on a plastic torso

Vacant expressions black and white

Lift up the worshipped gifts to reach their peak.

Graffiti in a foreign language—

A foreign language we’re trained to speak.

Around the corner, bricks might crumble

But here, full-spectrum beams preserve the sparkle.

Prompt: Mag 251