Bronson Place

Photo A.M Moscoso

It used to be a quiet place

with

rolling hills, a lake and trees

We used to picnic there

and sled there

when it snowed.

 

And then one day

or maybe it was at night

someone planted a garden

of stone

 

and now it is a silent place

with rolling hills, a lake and trees

and nobody wants to picnic there

all they want to do is sleep.

 

Photo A.M. Moscoso

 

Daily Addictions Prompt: Meadow

Care To Danse?

Photo A.M Moscoso

That could not have been you

I saw at the cemetery that day

sneaking out of your crypt in your finest

Sunday clothes.

 

That could not have been you

I heard singing in the cemetery that day

a dark little waltz

sung  sweetly off  key

 

Please tell me it wasn’t you

I saw in the cemetery that day

calling me to join you

in my finest Sunday Clothes.

 

Inktober 2018: Double

The Sly Dog Inn

 

At the Sly Dog Inn

you can tell tale tales

you can sing off key

you can murder and cheat

 

Nobody goes

to the

Sly Dog Inn

thinking they’ll be heading home

ever again.

 

The Sly Dog Inn

is at the end of the world

Where its’ always midnight

and it’s always cold.

 

When you reach

the Sly Dog Inn

Tell the Devil I sent you

and he will call you Friend.

 

The Sly Dog Inn

is on a stretch of long dark road

and anyone one who goes there

is never seen again.

 

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Inktober 2018: Stretch

Remember This Always

When she was a child he told her about their family history-

it was full of adventurers, travelers, romance, Magicians, musicians

and artists.

 

Her eyes lit up and her spirit reached out and tasted the possibilities

of it all.

All of this history was in her blood waiting to be born, recognized and named.

 

And then her Father laughed at her excitement and said-

over the grave he had dug for her that day-

 ” Well you know, light bulbs burn bright before they burn out “

and he left her there

in the dark

to wait for dreamless life to end.

 

Daily Addictions Prompt: Reinforce

Impure

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Below the surface

under the water

covered in mud and rotted leaves

are where secrets like to hide

 

Would you reach down

and fish them up?

One by one

even the ones that have teeth?

 

Below the surface

under the water  covered with leaves

and mud

waiting.

 

Inktober: Muddy

Love In The Regrettable Garden

Photo A.M. Moscoso
Evergreen Washelli Funeral Home and Cemetery

 

Many years ago

I was visiting a cemetery

when I noticed

I was being watched

And

then I noticed I was being followed

by a crow with handsome eyes.

 

He took his time

and I took mine

as we strolled among the dead

and then he left as crows will do

when the sunset calls them home.

 

I could have been sad

and shed some tears

to find myself alone

but I could not

because I know

that

when you find true love

and lose it

you are bound to meet again.

 

 

Photo A.M. Moscoso
Evergreen Washelli Funeral Home and Cemetery

Daily Addictions Prompt: Exotic