via Daily Prompt: Impression
The subtle impression of your fingerprints on a glass
Heat long gone
A quiet hiss
Your whisper heard as if an evening breeze cajoling leaves
a once familiar voice
The sting of your signature cologne on my neck
Grazed by calloused touch
Residue of you
I have the great fortune of living in the sky, many floors high. Gazing West.
Every evening I observe an ever changing, dynamic interplay of currents that toss and tickle the layers of clouds. Celestial exhalations like God’s soft breath create unique patterns. Another beautiful sky tonight. Be mindful of nature’s exquisite elements.
Consider the sky.
via Daily Prompt: Unmoored
I find myself in restless sea
It carries me
I shall brace myself
against the nauseating roll
My bow is beaten
Salted rocks taken their toll
The child that never came
sits in the room corner of my subconscious
Soot layers of maternal inclination coat the weathered chair
Stagnant air surrounds
with barren stillness
His curled fingers clutch at bare knees
from endless play lie at his feet
His calm stare has stopped asking ‘when’
My eyes once again downcast
Not this time
via Daily Prompt: Notorious
Oh notoriously noxious nettle
you nitrogen needing nuisance
nibbling at my navicular.
Trichome tendrils talus teasing
stinging my bare ankled pride.
Image credit: kallerna GNU Free Documentation License, Version 1.2)
Shall I undo all the memories of you?
As a magician might hypnotize an audience member.
Throw a dark cloak and obscure every moment,
every falsehood uttered
Then pull my white rabbit heart from a top hat.
Yes I would volunteer to stand centre stage,
Spotlight on my pain
Be sawed into halves, or infinite pieces
However long it takes
Numbed to the teeth rasping back and forth.
(Insert audience gasp)
Just to be free of you.
When an empath encounters a narcissist, the former could well do with a magician to erase the whole miserable encounter. No rabbits were harmed during this act.
Image courtesy of American Museum of Magic.
via Daily Prompt: Precipice
Clutching arm to arm
I promise a stunning view
and reassuring every foot fall
our confidence renews
But the trail is tortuously changed
Or my memory of it so
weathered over time
I know not which way to go
My promise of the edge of forever
Gives way to the edge of never
Risk of falling inevitable