Impulse

We almost weren’t

But then we turned

Quick-pressed lips

The image burned

Cut and scene

You gasped

I laughed

And left

You there

The

End

Photo prompt Mag 299

"Pwmd"

Glass half-full

Focus the moment

The center of truth

Own it

Straw wrapper folded

Into a zigzag pattern

Smoothed out after

Word-for-word

rhubarb chatter

Queried and qwerty’d

into matter

Of fact-checked impact

Shattered open

For Magpie Tales 287 

 

Innermost

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

Escape

Out of the dark it slaps

My face, the smell

Cigarettes and beer

I breathe like I’ve clawed

My way to fresh air

My fingers drip condensation,

ice wet on the glass,

Unseen amber torch held aloft

Leading out of lost. 

This poem is thanks to Magpie Tales