Pounding, pounding, never ending.
Every dim light stabs, sharply, through.
Even sounds of joy strike terror.
Only thing to do… find a dark, quiet corner.
Hide away until the torture passes.
April 17, 2021 ~DRM~
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Streaking light illuminates the night, revealing clouds in the sky.
The world tilts sideways and the stars spin above.
The ground shakes, water sloshes in my cup.
Uneasiness underfoot as the earth
gives way, swallowing me up.
Landing in a cavern filling with mud
in the distance, another thud.
Clawing our way out from the muck,
the sky above collapses, the cavern goes dark.
The world outside ends, but we are still alive.
If only we can find each other, we might survive.
April 16, 2021~DRM~
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Happiest of birthdays to my beloved Mom.
Her flaxen hair is now platinum,
her hazel blue eyes sometimes are grey.
She loves butterflies and flowers
and would play in her garden all day.
Her smile hides her sadness,
for she misses her true love.
He left this earth years ago,
but watches her from above.
She raised her daughter
to be strong but soft.
She’s so proud of her girl,
more often than not.
Another trip around the sun she did make.
One more candle now sits on her cake.
April 15, 2021~DRM~
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Neverending dunes of cocoa colored sand stretches on.
Snow capped mountains peek from behind.
The blazing sun pours down, distorting the distance.
Her grassy green silks float in the hot winds.
She reaches to the sky for just a single drink.
Drowning in heat, and no water to have,
she succumbs and withers to ashen gray.
April 14, 2021 ~DRM~
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Charlie and Sharon began to lock up the pub for the night. It was a good night for the pub, busy and profitable. Charlie and Sharon toasted to the success and then turned their attentions to reset for the next day.
Sharon worked the floor, cleaning the tables off, turning over the chairs and sweeping the floor. Charlie loved to watch Sharon as she sashayed back and forth with the broom. She had a hidden elegance about her as she danced across the floor while she swept.
Charlie rested his chin on his hand, taking a break from cleaning up behind the bar. Most of the work was done; bottles stowed, glasses cleaned and put away, and the till counted and ready for the safe.
Sharon noticed how quiet it was and turned around. She smiled when she saw his focus on her. Charlie was still sweet on her after all these years. She loved to tease him in these quiet moments. She let the broom slip from her hands, then bent over, flashing him with her cleavage as she retrieved it.
A sly curl of a smile came across his face, his cheeks reddened a bit, then he looked down and started wiping the countertop, hoping she wouldn’t catch him taking a peak. They’ve played this game for years. She looked up before standing back upright and giggled. His face was too cute when he tried to not get caught. He looked back up, the smile still on his face. His light eyes twinkled with humor and lust all at the same time.
“Charlie! What are you looking at?” Sharon joked with him, shifting her hips as she rested her free hand on her waist.
He fumbled with the rag in his hand and chuckled her way. His face suddenly looked 20 years younger as he tilted it sideways and ran his free hand through his hair. That’s the look she fell in love with. Sharon set the broom aside and walked behind the bar, taking Charlie by the hand and leading him upstairs to their one bedroom loft above the bar.
Something short and sweet for the thirteenth. Enjoy!
Its prehistoric call fills the air,
as it flutters to the lane.
Its head covered in a red flare,
So stands the gorgeous Sandhill Crane.
April 13, 2021~DRM~
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Gods and angels fight in the heavens.
Thunder crashes and lightning flashes.
Dominance over their dominion hangs in the balance.
The earth below soaks up the rain.
Fields of green flourish and dry river beds fill.
The parched desert breaths a sigh of relief from its aridness.
The sun above pierces the darkness above,
blinding the gods and angels of their sight.
They pause their fight, allowing the rays to break through.
Slowly they refocus to see the beauty below, and
find the peace needed for their souls.
April 12, 2021 ~DRM~
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As the vaccination for the pandemic makes its way to every adult arm, I look back over the past 14 months. We still have a few months to go, but we’ve all gone through a tidal wave of emotions and a slew of ever changing guidelines. But, I think to the emotional toll most.
I recall seeing stories from extroverted friends who indicated they were suffering from the isolation. No doubt, this was very real for them. But for us introverts, it actually wasn’t easier! Sure, we craft, read, write, watch TV and the like. But, trust me, we miss socializing, too! Childless introverts even more so from my point of view. This is what prompts me to write this.
See, I’ve missed my friends. I’ve missed my co-workers. I’ve missed conversations with people other than my husband and mother. Now, sure, I’ve picked up the phone now and then, sent cards, and I have zoom meetings with co-workers as well as instant messaging, emails, etc. But, there is just something about connecting one-on-one in real life with people which introverts need just as much as extroverts.
So as the world opens up, and when the masks come off, please don’t forget your introverted friends, the ones you only heard from once in a while throughout this ordeal. They still need you…probably more than you realize.
Empty echoes of hollowness abound.
Lost in the abyss of nothingness.
Where once life flourished, nothing remained.
Not even remnants of the dead.
The windswept gorge was barren.
Only signs of erosion by the wind and water.
But for one small flower growing in a crevice,
where the rain catches and the sunlight is perfect.
April 10, 2021~DRM~
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Inspired by the beautiful mountain meadows out West.
She found her way to Big Meadow, the climb steep and littered with rocks,
crossing a wooden footbridge over a stream, edged with tall grasses.
Beyond the grass clumps, a green field stretches out.
Wild flowers add splashes of yellows, whites, pinks and blues.
She continues her walk in the sun; the sky brilliant blue with white puffs,
Her boots fling up a bit of mud from the morning dew onto her legs.
She laughs. Nature can be nice and naughty all at the same time.
She breathes in the calmness and soaks in the beauty.
She steps off the trail where the grass looks dry, lays down in the field of flowers
and lets her thoughts float away like the clouds in the sky.
April 9, 2021 ~DRM~
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