The Big Heist

Looking through my window

I see the thief at work

He deftly takes the wire

Towards his bountiful prize

He practically stands on his head

And stretches for his feast

Just another day at the bird feeder

For the neighborhood squirrel


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

Falling Apart

My eye sight is fading

My hearing not the best

My skin is dry and spotted

With marks I haven’t seen yet

My hair is now grey

My face has wrinkles

My energy is out the window

With no indication it will ever return

…it seems just yesterday

I was in my youth

Dancing and laughing

And surrounded by friends and family

With age comes changes

Both good and bad

All I can do is

Muddle through the best I can


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

Her Words

She pours her heart out at the end of each day. Crying and writing how she hurts. It’s her deep dark secrets that make her fill her diary – she lives in depression and longs for a life. One with a man who will love her like there is no one else. With each word she scratches out poetry of heartache and pain. Her demons speak of her fears. Her soul sings of hope and dreams.

She turns on the radio and begins to write again. This night is like all the others. No dreams came true, no love was found.


And what I first thought of with this prompt …


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

Love Song

Turn up the volume

Let the notes wash over me

Carrying away the burdens of the day

Hear the vocals ring out

Let the harmony lift me up

Carrying my spirit to new heights

Feel the sound of each instrument

Let the melody infuse my very being

Carrying my dreams into reality

Turn up the volume

I want to hear your love

Carrying my heart to yours


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

Fandango’s Friday Flashback – November 1

This weeks FFF takes me back two years to this post that was for the word prompt ghoulish…


Your Spirit

On a dark night

In the city graveyard

ghoulish site

Stopped me in my tracks

A ghostly figure

Floated above your tombstone

It turned as if it saw me

They quietly faded away

I often wonder why it left

If it was you

And will it ever return

I know you’re gone for good

But part of me wishes

I could see a shimmer of you

Just for a second

To smell your cologne in the air

To see you smile

To hear you laugh

If only…