@AbandonedAmerica
abandoned farmhouse
the fields
lie fallow
#senryu #flexvss
@AbandonedAmerica
abandoned farmhouse
the fields
lie fallow
#senryu #flexvss
the best laid plans of mice in the ceiling
#FlexVSS #monoku #monostich
As aureate and rosy dawn
is etching streaks across the sombre sapphire,
spilling shadows and light over snow-hugged expanses,
crows respectfully wait to cacophonate their praise—
or is theirs a threnody to the dying night?
#writever: eau_forte/etching; #FlexVSS: light
#2WordPrompt: snow & hug; #daily: praise
Evening lust fest...
Moanful groans..
Raging pheromones..
Sweaty bodies intertwined..
Raging heat..
Friction based
with the intensity of a furnace blast..
Lovers vow
in cuddled darkness..
Together bound are they
for all eternity..
Til the morning after
reality dawns
that forever never lasts
Nelson At the Holiday Party
Between us two,
he's not as bright as people claim.
Between us two,
he's pretty, but he'd prove untrue.
We share a mutual redame,
my dear; how shameful if he came
between us two.
#poem #MoveMePoetry #TeachMeTuesday: rondelet
#FlexVSS: pretty
inventing a word
between rain
and snow
#FlexVSS
finally relaxed
the bartender asks me
to settle up
#FlexVSS
Despite his name, Joshua was a son of Krampus. He kept his long tail and cloven hooves hidden, out of an ingrained sense of shame gifted to him by others. But for you, he'll take off his hat to show off his horns, nestled in dark curls. He leans in close, as if expecting a kiss, and whispers, “Have you been naughty or nice this year?”
Winter meetings
the grass
is always greener
#FlexVSS
old book
marked with
an expired T pass
#FlexVSS
distant constellations
how easy it is
to predict the past
#FlexVSS
“I have the weirdest craving right now,” Kyra said, staring at the veins on Don’s wrist. Her sense of smell was sharp tonight. So was her hearing.
“Her fangs are coming in,” Jess muttered to Win, over by the truck. “We’ll have to kill her soon, if we can’t find the vamp who bit her.”
Veronica placed the teacup and little plate with the cake at Sophie's elbow, then stood at attention.
"Need anything else?"
Sophie shook her head.
Veronica seated herself at the other end of the sofa. While she sipped her tea and took tiny bites of her cake, she watched Sophie read — completely engrossed. Still wearing her nightgown, her hair was a fright from the bed.
"C'mon, you," she said, finally. "Let me at least wash your hair."
"I want to read more!"
"Later!"
The postal carrier approached the cozy cottage and heard voices behind the hedge. He paused at the sidewalk.
"Oh, they're so #large, Sophie!" Veronica gushed. "And they're soft, but firm!"
"Here! Let me give you a better look at them!"
He colored up to his ears & debated whether to interrupt them or come back. His curiosity won out & he walked briskly up the sidewalk. He surreptitiously glanced over & saw them with a basket.
"Hey, Mr. Postman!" Sophie said. "Want some fresh tomatoes?"
Veronica stumbled on the step and tea sloshed out of the cups all over the tray.
"This is all your fault, Sophie," she said, tearfully. "You made us get this house with these uneven floors."
Sophie put her arms around Veronica.
"You're doing it again," she said. "You get angry when you're worried you'll get blamed."
"Oh, I'm sorry," she said. "And I'm sorry I spilled the tea too."
"There's no sense crying over spilt milk, doll baby," Sophie said, nuzzling her neck. "Or tea."
"Was this the one you wanted?"
"No, the other one."
"What's wrong with this one?"
"He liked it. It feels like he's still here, and it still hurts."
"You don't think he'll come back?"
"No. This was nothing more than a short stop on his journey. He won't look back."
#FlexVSS
There was a fear in the emptiness. The darkness seemed to swallow all that it touched, and yet, everything was still there. It was an unknown, and no one was brave enough to go in, until they thought that their home would be lost, and even then, they sent one child.
#FlexVSS