Who Dares…

Standing at the bridge She hesitates; what awaits On the other side? Change, dreams and death dare us go From one place to another. ©scolpron2018 In response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Sunday prompt

Beware the Fools

They called him a fool, But he never cared. He knew better than most The Fool’s the most powerful Card in the deck. A blank slate No one can tell what He’ll become. Beware the fools. They might surprise you. And so he would. ©scolpron2017 In response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie’s Saturday Mix by Lorraine.

Moment Of Truth

Without a warning The flames consumed both of them Unfettered and wild. Lost in the throes of desire The masks fell away. Truth shared. ©scolpron2017 In response to the Daily Post writing prompt Desire

Silence of Music

Instruments vibrate Telling a musical tale Talented artists. She stands in the wing smiling Through the silence. No sound. Deaf. ©scolpron2017 In response to the Daily Post writing prompt Sound

Head in the Clouds

Trembling in the wind Clouds drifting this way and that Shifting into worlds In her daydreams she always Travels from one to the next. ©scolpron2017 In response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Heeding Haiku prompt Clouds and to the Daily Post writing post Tremble

Unbearable

Lovingly cradled In his mother’s arms, the child Seems to be sleeping. But he hasn’t even breathed Crying, she can’t let him go. scolpron2017 In response to the Daily Post writing prompt Lovingly

New Beginning

The sun and blue sky: Beautiful sights for the eye Symbols of freedom. One last look at the prison A clean slate they said: debt paid. ©scolpron2017 In response to the Daily Post writing prompt Clean

Heart’s Choices

The only choice in Life is to love as you will. She loves her girlfriend. Society will resist, Condemn her choice. She won’t care. ©scolpron2017 In response to the Daily Post writing prompt Resist

Stage of Grief

The scent of jasmine Permeating everything From linen to walls. Each room of the house seems to Deny she’s gone. As does he. ©scolpron2017 In response to the Daily Post writing prompt Scent

Vacant

Everything’s simple Uncomplicated, even Easy some argue. And yet How can one life’s be simple When their child’s mind is vacant? ©scolpron2017 In response to the Daily Post writing prompt Simple

Happiness

On top of the world She sat like a golden queen Successful, lonely. What measures the happiness Of one who has all they want? ©scolpron2017 In response to the Daily Post writing prompt Successful

The End

Her hands holding him Were capable of healing They killed him instead Walking out, his heart broken, He wondered: she was a nurse? ©scolpron2017 In response to the Daily Post writing prompt Capable