Slowly shuffling forward
Their eyes are empty
Vacant stares ahead
No discernable words
Only guttural sounds escape
Their mouths agape
In search of nourishment
In mass they have one goal
These zombies are coming
It can only mean one thing
The time has come
For Monday morning
At the coffee shop
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Sorry, I just couldn’t resist that ending! Come on, Halloween should be fun too, not just scary. Besides my daughter works for a coffee shop… I have heard stories. Ha, ha, ha!
The piano is his mistress
Totally within her control he is consumed
He touches the keys
Like caressing the body of a woman
He feels each note
Deep in his soul with both joy and pain
He aches for harmony
To accompany his melody
He bleeds music
Searching for true love
He knows she sings too
Feeling like he does
They believe the rhythm of time
Will bring their collaboration together
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – piano
Tanya walked into the shop on her right. She had been browsing the mall stores for a gift of some kind for her sister’s birthday. Her sister was older than her and had very different tastes that Tanya. She walked over to where the puzzles were and thought of her Dad who had loved them… her sister, not so much. Tanya went to the bookstore about three doors down. Her sister was an avid reader and had a love for puzzle books. She browsed the bookstore and found a few things, then progressed to the video game store. She began to browse through the Nintendo DS games and found the game she knew her sister was looking for waiting in the used bin just for Tanya to find. She had gifts in hand and began the trip home to wrap them, hoping her sister would love them.
Written for Famdango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – browse
Another door slammed in my face,
Soon there will be nowhere left to go.
No one to talk to when things are rough.
No one to help making me feel useful.
I must just push too much,
Trying to force my way in;
Into any kind of a relationship.
Somewhere I can belong again.
I just need one more opening,
One more chance to get it right.
Maybe I won’t lose again.
Maybe I can find a friend
Who will open up and stay,
No matter how much I care.
So, I keep walking the hall
Looking for an open door,
Looking for you.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – opening
My heart is adrift
Like a ship at sea
With no direction,
Lost without a compass.
The tides pull one way,
The winds push another
As I fall in and out of love.
Is there hope on the horizon?
Will someone,
Someday,
Want me?
she forgot things …
she blamed her eyesight
she blamed lack of sleep
she blamed old age
she began to not recognize things…
she thought she wasn’t home
she thought her family was never there
she thought the mirror showed a stranger
she wanted to find her husband one morning…
she walked a short distance
she walked in the cold
she walked until she collapsed
she succumbed to exposure…
she will always be remembered
she will always be in our hearts
she will always be missed
Leigha Robbins 