Photo A.M. Moscoso
Death
can be held
in pretty
little bottles
Photo: A.M Moscoso
For
just
a
little
while.
Here Lies Death
Month: September 2016
A World Of Octobers
No Spring nor Summer Beauty hath such grace
As I have seen in one Autumnal face.
John Donne
Elegy IX–The Autumnal
I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.
― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables
I cannot endure to waste anything so precious as autumnal sunshine by staying in the house.
The Fall
We fall for beauty
we fall for love
we fall for promises
and empty words.
We jump for beauty
we jump for love
we jump to promises
we jump at a word.
With nothing to catch us
to guide us back down
we jump and fall
for anything, everything
except for
ourselves.
Daily Prompt
Jump
Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt
Song of The Graceless Cadaver
DAILY PROMPT
Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt
Goya
Her face is a mask
painted on
with a shaking hand
her heart pumps wine, not blood
the years
have not been kind
to her.
Bitter and mean
youth has left her
a graceless cadaver.
She coughs and she hacks
a cigarette in her hand
she’s used up and spent
twisted and bent
waiting for life
to knock on her door
again.