I am
sad
and happy
macabre
and delightful
all at the same time
I am like
a stained glass window
caught in the walls
of an abandoned church
where ghosts and demons
play cards and shoot dice
at Midnight
for fun.
Daily Addictions Prompt: Fuse
Poetry
The Children of Wolves
There is so little air
left to breathe
I have no where to stand
or to fall
into a heap
unnoticed or noticed
by her, by him by them
faces trapped in small screens.
lost in the human race.
Rescue
will
come to me
I know
on four paws.
Humanity saved by the Children of Wolves.
Photo A.M. Moscoso
Daily Addictions Prompt: COPE
I Think I’ve Found It
When I was younger
my Dad told me
not everyone made it in life, that some people
were going to die
unhappy, unfilled and alone.
That was my legacy from him.
Now I just want to make it home from work
alive
on time
to find my dog waiting for me at the door
with a smile on his face
Mozart playing on the radio
my laptop humming softly
waiting for me to create a world or two.
Legacies can be chains
knowing who you are
is the key
to unlocking them.
Daily Addictions Prompt: Ultimate
Vexatious Foe
Photographer Unknown
Do you know where the monsters hide?
Do you know where they plan and plot and dream?
You probably should know, wouldn’t it make your heart beat a little slower then it’s beating right now?
Wouldn’t that make you feel better?
Monsters been known to entomb themselves in dimly lit basements with painted concrete floors and dusty spider webbed attics that smell like mothballs and dead mice and under beds where you should be safe and warm.
Vexatious, duplicitous, guileful
getting what they want, taking what they desire, terrorizing the weak of heart
is not sport to them
it’s a puzzle to be worked
slowly.
Do you know where the monsters hide?
Lean a little closer, let me put my lips to your ear
I’d be glad to tell you
it’s the most humane thing I can do.
