FIFTY WORD STORY – At the Library

I am in the eleventh hour. The piles of papers have become mountains of material for my essay, but the words just aren’t coming to me. My eyes are getting heavy, and the yellow lights of the library flicker with fatigue. Maybe a short nap will loosen this mental knot…

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MUSIC SERIES – The Jungle

This poem was inspired by My Hero, by Foo Fighters. Also, Happy Veteran’s Day everyone. Support your Vets. ❤

 

The Jungle

 

Walking down the rainy sidewalk

with a knapsack tied to a branch,

dressed in a heavy blue jacket

and a bit of distinguished scruff,

 

is how I have come to picture

the veteran on the corner

of Fifth Street and Towne Avenue

when I see him from my car door.

 

I wonder if that’s how it felt

when he trudged through the winter mud,

wrapped with the weight of his country

like a cloak to keep back the cold

 

or if he condemns the forest

of chains fenced in to keep him out;

kept the prisoner to a war

inside the concrete jungle called home.

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FIFTY WORD STORY – Breathing Memory

A clean slate. A fresh breath, like spring returning after a mental hibernation. The lungs fill with a taste of mint and honey. A pause. Then the slow release; the walking fear, striding, running, sprinting. Compressed like a bag between clammy palms. All gone into the unknown. A clean slate.

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FIFTY WORD STORY – Earthquake

Panic seized the trees as the rumbling started. The birds took to the skies as the mountains rained tears of rock down the sides of their faces. Even the rivers began to shiver as the banks pulled their sides apart. It seemed like all was ruined—then everything grew still.

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FIFTY WORD STORY – After Hours

Everything was blurry. It was like looking down the street through a glass of water. Each step felt like trudging through knee-deep mud, in the rain. My head was spinning, then suddenly the ground was rushing up to greet me. The darkness took me as hot blood filled my mouth.

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MUSIC SERIES – The Scarecrow

So this poem was inspired by In the Hall of the Mountain King…which I understand is a little weird, but hey, don’t question the Muse.

 

The Scarecrow

 

They pinned me on a sunny cross

like a vegetable Jesus Christ

with the same patched up purple cloak

and my own crown of prickly straw.

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FIFTY WORD STORY – The Hook

The hook dangles, shining in the aquatic light. The dead worm seems to writhe in the current as unsuspecting fish swim by. A small one spies it and—his curiosity getting the better of him—he takes a bite. Suddenly, he is ripped from the water into the murderous air.

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Door Dog (and Other Haikus)

Release

A breath like fire

flows as steam through my nostrils

until the heat fades.

 

Crush

A hundred heartbeats

crammed into half a second

marks when I see you.

 

Too Much Reading

All the words seem blurred;

the ink blended like black rain

bathing a blank page.

 

Breakable

Hollow and heart shaped

forged in a hearth just for you.

Please handle with care.

 

Door Dog

He waits by the door

hoping that I will take him

or he will stop me.

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FIFTY WORD STORY – Hunting

The hunt was afoot. The whipping mix of leaves and wind wound through the air as his footsteps crunched the dirt. The trees were dense, and his sidelong glances at were cut short by gnarled roots. Suddenly, a large one snagged him and he hit the ground. The deer escaped.

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LOVE POEM #108 – Charity

Charity

 

will come to one with arms outstretched,

embracing them with crimson clothes

so they might cut a patchwork cloak

and bring warmth to those who’ve grown cold.

 

This concludes all the 7 Virtues and 7 Sins! I decided to make this last one more about…love of all people. Use the links below to check them all out:
The Heavenly Virtues: DiligenceChastityKindnessPatienceTemperanceHumility.

AND all 7 Sins: Greed, Pride, Sloth, Wrath, Lust, Gluttony, Envy.

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