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Rainy Reflections…

My soul loves the rain:

It seems dreamy and poetic.

Fog rolling in after love departs

Is such a perfect metaphor

To describe a dismal day

And a lonely, broken heart.

But my head dreads the storms,

Which trigger loads of pain–

Not of the romantic variety,

But actual pounding migraines.

Blustery winds stir up debris,

And dust swirls through the air;

I want to celebrate thunder

But feel nothing but despair.

Yet, when pressure subsides,

And the world sparkles clean,

I adore rain once more…

My equilibrium restored.

~*~

Reflections Prompt

Thursday Inspiration

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Welcome to Thursday Inspiration! This is my weekly prompt post and hopefully it will inspire you to write something creative, perhaps a poem or a piece of flash fiction. If you’d like to share your writing with the community, please indulge me and tag your post with #p0eticlicense and/or #lightm0tifs, and of course link back if you wish. I will try to visit everyone who participates. 🙂

This week’s theme is rain and the picture is below. Here is the song snippet from “Drops of Jupiter” by Train:

Now that she’s back in the atmosphere
With drops of Jupiter in her hair
She acts like summer and walks like rain
Reminds me that there’s time to change

Photo credit: Daniel Borker

Mosaic

Digging for fossils

In the desert ditch…

After bagging bits of bone,

They unearthed a tile.

A glazing on slate,

This was an intricate design;

The scientists gazed in silence

At the elaborate pattern.

What could it mean?

Arguing commenced:

People of that time

Didn’t possess the tools

To create such a plate.

Then someone noticed

Inside each circle

Of this delicate treasure

Was a shark’s tooth.

Robert Peake’s Poetry Prompt

Echoes

One mournful lovesong

Howled to star-spattered heavens

Echoes through the night

~*~

Thursday Inspiration

Priorities [flash 61]

Jake stood at the command center. “Officer Liam, proceed to navigate this ship away from star base now.”

“Aye, Captain.” Liam brought down the hammer and commented, “It’s cloudy.”

Jake frowned. “What is that large, slow-moving object behind us?”

“It’s Mom,” their mother said. “I told you kids to clean up the family room before you began playing spaceships again.”

Seagull [TLT]

I watched you as you walked away, that cold grey rainy foggy day.

You didn’t even turn and wave, as your footsteps faded from this hollow place.

Then a ray of sun cut through the mist and one seagull came swooping in; underneath her wings the sea began to sparkle brightly once again.

~*~

Three Line Tales 171

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Welcome to Thursday Inspiration! This is my weekly prompt post and hopefully it will inspire you to write something creative, perhaps a poem or a piece of flash fiction. If you’d like to share your writing with the community, please indulge me and tag your post with #p0eticlicense and/or #lightm0tifs, and of course link back if you wish. I will try to visit everyone who participates. 🙂

This week’s theme is stars and the picture is below. Here is the song snippet from “I Don’t Wanna Talk About It” by Rod Stewart:

I can tell by your eyes that you’ve prob’bly been cryin’ forever,
And the stars in the sky don’t mean nothin’ to you, they’re a mirror.

Photo credit: Kristendawn

Meet Me in Brea

I had so much to say
About yesterday’s pain–
Vaguely familiar names,
The streets, the café.
I walked where we talked;
“Meet me in Brea!”
Memory-dazed,
I felt the shame,
Looking for a trace
Of recognition
Or benediction
In a strange face,
A flash of a gaze.

I walked off your words,
Until the echoes
Around my brain
(“Meet me in Brea”)
Faded to grey;
Twice, thrice, past that café,
The cupcake place,
The theater…
All ceased to matter.
It was just another city.
Meetmeinbrea:
Chant the sounds,
Like a prayer.

Amen.

Yarn [flash 172]

Sterling Q. Posh IV waited next to the fish tank at the library for his date. Her name was Skye Raine and he didn’t think they were a match, but the dating site had given them a score of 99.9, and Sterling didn’t argue with numbers. Oh, here she was… finally.

“Hi!” Skye said. “Have you been waiting long? Ooh, hello fishies!”

“Twenty-three minutes,” Sterling said. “I like your poncho. It’s quite… colorful.”

“Thanks!” She twirled around so he could see the poncho in its full glory. “I made it myself. Some of the stitches on this were difficult, but I was very tenacious.”

“May I be forthright?” Sterling asked.

“Of course.”

He leaned in close and whispered. “I also enjoy crocheting. And knitting too. In fact, there’s nothing better than an evening in with a bowl of buttered noodles, a detective show on TV, and my basket of yarn. Except of course someone to share those pleasures with.”

Skye clapped her hands with glee. “Me too! This must be fate!”

Shadow World

Deep below the glassy shine

Of the calm still moonlit river night,

A fissure exposes a rift in time.

Shapes emerge, twist and rise–

Are they old souls come back to repent,

Or future selves with dire warning sent?

~*~

Thursday Inspiration: Shadows