Tag Archive | storm
FANTASY FAILS
Originally posted on SUSANNE LEIST:
heyimchandler Deactivated Looking through Partition Arch in Arches National Park ? ? From here I can see the wonderful sea. I step through the door. I stand at the shore. Sand at my bare feet. The sun shining heat. But the sun soon leaves and the ocean heaves. Sharp hail hits my…
DARK AS SIN
Originally posted on SUSANNE LEIST:
mistymorrning Source:imgfave-chat-hero ? ? Dark skies are moving in. The town is dark as sin. Rumbling fills the humid air, And The Dead will soon be here. ? Hail begins to fall, Big as a baseball. Lightning joins the hot fray. I’m not going to stay. ? We must escape this…
LIGHTNING STRIKES
Originally posted on SUSANNE LEIST:
Source:boy-so-pale ? ? Lightning hits the water with long fingers so fine. ? It glistens in the sky with its curvaceous spine. ? Sizzle goes the sound, electric in the air. ? It crisscrosses the sky with its own savoir-faire.
THE END IS HERE
Originally posted on SUSANNE LEIST:
whitesoulblackheart La Petite Mort II by Cande Rivera © ? ? ? They fly against the windows. Trying to enter the Town Hall. Our shelter from the storm. They’ve found us. Windows break. Glass rains upon us. The end has come. THE DEAD GAME ?
HOTTER THAN HELL
Originally posted on SUSANNE LEIST:
? ? Hotter than hell is their playground. Beneath layers of rocks and dirt. They wait for their day of salvation. When they can ride in the storm. They grow impatient for the invasion. The end of life as we know it. I can hear their cries blowing in the…
MY WORST NIGHTMARE
Originally posted on SUSANNE LEIST:
? ? The Dead are coming to this place. The moon trembles and bows its face. Thunder strikes a chord in the distance. No one can mount a strong resistance. ? Lightning sizzles and dances in place. Soon red and yellow strikes join the race. I can see them returning…
Lake Lurkers
Originally posted on Pen of the Damned:
Martin Maddox wiped the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand and resumed hacking away at a particularly thick tree branch with his hatchet. He was halfway up his ladder preparing the large black spruce tree in front of his one level home on Lake…
Nightfall just before the storm
Originally posted on Jane Dougherty Writes:
Four short poems inspired by the hot, heavy weather of the last weeks, when the storm clouds build up in the evening, and the night is rocked with thunder. Night falls soft as a cat’s paw on the heat-heavy city roofs whispering with the cool breath of the stars.…
Lost Treasure #poetry #photography
Originally posted on penned in moon dust:
where did you leave your treasure I asked of stormy sky the tide is quick receding it will retreat and hide where did you hide the treasure beneath a shell or brook I cannot deep go wading or wet will be my book where did you leave my treasure…
Viv Drewa - The Owl Lady 