Foaming oceans and secret potions

April 7, 2021April 7, 2021 ~ ~M ~ 10 Comments

Foamy, translucent blue swells
give birth to an abundance of tiny seashells.

A few find their path and scuttle away,
but many more find themselves lost in the vast array.

The stranded ones lie in crevices hoping they’ll be found
before the savage sea pounds them into the ground.

A few get noticed by curious little hands,
but most get tossed back into the abrasive sand.

The ones that survive are mostly made of pristine perfection
while the others bide their time in a constant state of rejection.

Silently they wish for secret potions that do not exist,
at last being pulled under, lost to the murky mist.

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Writing prompt: Foaming oceans and secret potions

Soft centers and chewy bits

April 6, 2021 ~ ~M ~ 16 Comments

Soft creamy centers
Chewy nuggets wrapped in bliss
So hard to resist

Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/cupcake-cake-muffins-dessert-baked-3712183/

Writing Prompt: Soft centers and chewy bits

Twirly birds and twinkled toes

April 5, 2021 ~ ~M ~ 15 Comments

Waltzing on the wind
Dotting doorways with delight
Treasures for children

Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/shoes-laces-wood-planks-deck-2619481/

Writing prompt: Twirly birds and twinkled toes

Juicy jokes and buttered books

April 1, 2021April 4, 2021 ~ ~M ~ 12 Comments

I watched the whole lot of them,
the fence line sagging in protest.
Each smoking and joking,
eying up the classics on display.
I found the sight troublesome
knowing how boys will be boys,
and as the cigarettes wore down,
I could see their restless forms
swaggering my way.
Shivers ran down my spine
as the jostling jokers spotted my gaze,
and I tried to shrink into the backdrop,
but the prowling had already begun.
Darts of catcalling
were hurled my way,
each unsettling word,
a dagger to the innocence of my soul.
This act of playfulness reminded me
of how a lion toys with its prey,
and I knew once the hunt began,
anything left of my dignity
would not be spared.
I tried to act inconspicuously,
walking backward
one trembling step at a time.
But then the books I held
began to slide right out of my arms,
and the movement
caused a chain reaction.
Like red-flagged raging bulls,
the whole bunch
began to barrel my way.
Caught in a panic,
I tripped and fell,
but the embedded asphalt
was the least of my worries.
I tried to stand
but realized it was too late,
the pride was already circling,
waiting to pounce.
In the end, my tormentors
were too tough to deter
and all I could do was fight
with bated breath
until my virtue
no longer remained.