Blended in the Sand ~ #NaPoWriMo #poetry #RomanticTuesday

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Your love is like the ocean

An endless sea of soft waves

Flowing over me, caressing

Cooling the fire that burns

Inside of me, I hear the roar

Like the tide, it crashes down

Then, recedes, into the deep

Let me drink of you, taste

The saltiness of your skin

The ebb and flow of desire

It knows no depth, my love

Only that we became one

Two souls united, our tiny grains

Blended, with the sands, sublime

 

 

 

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The Owl (finale) ~ #TuesdayTales #shortstory

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Each Tuesday, I will be sharing a short story, over several parts.  When one ends, I will begin another the following week.  I hope you enjoy!   🙂

The Owl (part one)
The Owl (part two)


In front of him, the coast and water had disappeared, replaced by forest trees, and darkening skies. No longer did the light betray his vision. What he saw before him was no illusion.

She transformed before his eyes. A maiden with long locks, feathered, like wings, but her wings were gone. The owl was confused a bit, not really knowing what it was he was experiencing. Trying not to stare, as her feathers became a cloak, now draped across her shoulders, she was more human than owl. Except for her eyes. They pierced through him, never blinking.

He tried to back away, more and more, as she became less and less an owl. Standing before him was a woman. Now he knew, the tales of the Owl Queen were true. For centuries, a story of how the Greatest Owl took a human as his wife, would pique the interests of tourists, who traveled through the small town. He watched her carefully, then bowed, though never taking his eyes off her. She had a slight smile across her lips, one that made him quiver. He didn’t know why until she spoke. It seemed she had come there, seeking a new king. The Greatest Owl had flown off into the dark night, never again to return. His reign had ended, cut short by a hunter’s arrow. The Queen searched endlessly until she was able to take her revenge. She had decided it was now time to find another Greatest Owl, to lead the parliament once again.

I found my stature here quite enthralling. She had chosen me as the Greatest Owl. The Queen, however, decided to remain human, wanting to live out the rest of her life in the forest, and appearing only in the darkest night. And when she did, I was by her side, standing proud, as King of the Owls.

The End.

 

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Monkey Around ~ #poetry #AprilWriting

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Having a blast, flying through the trees

One of the cutest, that you’ll ever see

His mama can’t catch him, he’s having some fun

He’s much too quick for her, when he runs

He likes to spin, all around, in the jungle

Hanging on vines, he’s all rough and tumble

Always getting into mischief, such trouble, is he

How can anyone resist, this little monkey!

 

April Writing Prompt:  Orbiting Orangutans – Day 17/30

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A Spirit’s Journey ~ #poetry #freeverse #NaPoWriMo

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She floated

from room to room

Her elegant figure

traced on the walls

from the light

of a street lamp

that shone through

an undraped window

She was like the wind

subtle, unseen

a presence

felt only by

the brush of a breeze

I watched in silence

afraid to disturb

this spirits journey

 

 

 

 

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Decisions ~ #poetry #AprilWriting

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I couldn’t decide, what to put on my toast

So I grabbed all the jellies, the ones I like most

I layered the jams, into colorful lines

On top of some cream cheese, oh, so divine!

I truly wanted, to add another flavor

But, I ran out of space, so this, I will savor

Bite after bite, the taste is so sweet

Think I’ll make another, I deserve this treat

 

April Writing Prompt:  Space jam on toast – Day 16/30

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