Missed the boat
missed my chance
missed the last time I could have laughed
Missed the bus
missed the train
missed those walks where my life could have changed
and I could have gone
In a new direction.
365 Writing Prompts: #27 CLOSED DOORS
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First Snow
Muddy Colors by Childe Hassam
Cold
and blue
a dark shape
not quite there
following behind you
stepping softly
I’m close enough to touch you
and leave you
reposed
in the first winter snow.
Creativity Portal: Winter Writing Prompt#2
Somebody Is Going To Hell
Today is a special day-
November 21 is False Confession Day.
Photo A.M. Moscoso
When I was a kid I would go to Confession and lie through my pearly white teeth and I have no idea why I did it.
I guess I wanted to see what would happen-like would God show up and chase me around the Church and hurl lightning bolts at me? Would the Devil be waiting outside and would he be laughing or looking at me like he just caught me egging his castle?
Then it occurred to me I wouldn’t find out until after I died so the magic was gone and I didn’t do any repeat performances.
All of these years later I wonder if the Priest was amused.
I hope so.
I was probably risking a trip to Hell for that stunt and would like to think it was worth it.
The Tired Priest
Konstantin Savitskiy
Well everybody- Happy False Confession Day- now lets go eat some cupcakes!
Inspired By 365 Creative Writing Prompts: #136 Bizarre Holidays
taste of darkness
Sidney Robert Nolan
Fear
Mystery
Darkness
smells like burnt sugar
tastes like pennies
feels a word trapped on the tip of my tongue.
Fear
Mystery
Darkness
is music to my ears
it sing in my veins
and makes my heart dance.
DAILY PROMPT