Lean-To

You gave me shelter
From the pain I was going through
I felt you would always be there
But once things calmed down
And the dust cleared you vanished
Silent, distant and unreachable
Maybe you thrive on the chaos
And must be the knight in shining armor
You will always have a place in my heart
For all the help and freedom you gave me

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – shelter

Three Night Stay

I have always liked beards. I guess it is because my Dad always grew one on vacation, so I remember happy times when he was home wearing a beard. When I saw the gentleman walk through the door with the grey and black beard I took some attention to it.

He was a handsome man with the rugged good looks of Sam Elliot. I only could dream that his voice was the same deep throated whisper. I tried to look professional behind the registration desk as he approached and asked for his room. Not quite the same voice, but still a rich deep tone.

He was staying for three nights and I about fainted when I asked the dumbest cliché question, “Is this for business or pleasure?” What was wrong with me! I was immediately embarrassed and began to blush.

The man grinned a little and said, “A little of both actually. A family wedding and some paperwork to go over with my old attorney.”

I asked, “The Franklin/Cooper wedding this weekend?”

“Yeah, she is my cousin. Do you know her?”

“I went to school with the groom, David.”

“Well it is a small world. Maybe you can save me a dance at the reception?” the man asked with a gleam in his eye.

I blushed yet again and said, “That could be arranged.”

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – beard

Mumbles … Parking

This one has me stumped… what can I write about parking? It doesn’t really scream poem. A flash fiction about someone stealing a parking place from me… nah. I could fill up half a page on how much I HATE to have to parallel park. I could discuss the lady who helps take care of Dad always parking across the sidewalk so her precious car is not parked in the street for 5 minutes while I gather my things in the morning and move my car out of the driveway. I could talk about how I like to park with an open space to at least one side of my car in hopes I can back out easier if no one parks there. Did I mention I hate to parallel park? I could discuss that one of my favorite restaurants has the smallest parking lot around. How about the insane rates to park at events (like the state fair and concerts). I know parking can be difficult for flyers at the airport. It is maddening when there is a spree in town of some idiot shooting out windows of parked cars with a BB gun. Or I could just say parallel parking should be banned. Oh well, guess I will call this good and go park myself in front of the TV for the early news. …but really parallel parking is the worst!

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – parking

Good Morning

I slowly open my eyes
Taking in the first morning’s light
I begin to stretch my arms
Feeling the warmth of the day already upon us
Yawning I look out the window
Trying to find the birds whose songs stir my senses
I throw the covers off my body
Ready to face the day with hope and determination
… this is going to be a beautiful day

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – stretch

Master Magician

don’t lie to me
this was just an illusion
you seeming to care
when you had no intention to
you came in and stole my heart
apparently to be by my side
but that was just for show
one minute you’re there
then the next you have
vanished

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – illusion

Burned Out

we put ourselves on trial
in oh so many ways
judging ourselves harshly
about the way we feel each day
and should we stop and rest
it feels like it’s a crime
putting our feet up to relax
for just a short time
we need to think about ourselves
and how we burn our fuse
for if we over do it
there will be nothing of us to use

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – trial