Weekly Short Stories Contest and Company! discussion

She drank on a mask,
to hide the truth that she was,
drowning in sorrows.

Tequila’s no cure
for drowning. However, it sure
helped her stop frowning.

Stay where you are now.
I don't want you to see me
Cry myself to sleep.

Distance is perfect.
You're too far to see me drown
In my own sorrows.

She sighed, then collapsed
into a heap and, shaking,
cried herself to sleep.

Those loyal four walls
Had witnessed her silent tears
When no one else had

Restless sleep brought dreams
of fountains, of blue valleys
and snow-capped mountains.

She dreamt of freedom
From all of her aches and pains
That haunted her days

Dreams were no escape.
Even asleep he haunted,
her nightmare wouldn't end.

Through incubus dreams
she tangos. In waking sleep
she walks in shadows.

Nightmares haunted her.
Peace remained a distant dream.
They allowed no rest.

Nightmares haunted her.
Peace remained a distant dream.
They allowed no rest.

Robbed of all her zeal,
no longer able to feel,
she just tries to deal.

Antidepressants:
How I wish that they would work
And take the pain away.

dark clouds whirl above
her head, a fearless forecast
of a storm ahead.

she unfurls her sails,
choosing to weather the storm;
reckless bravery.

M wrote: "Guy’s #6484 is intriguing! There’s not only the interest of the “unsought doorway” and what lurks behind it, but that it’s a projection, something from the deep dark of the speaker’s unconscious, u..."

LOL! Thank you M, for such an introspective response.

What were her actions?
Bravery? Stupidity?
Something in between?

Summer had loitered,
toying with the wind vane, with
sails she’d embroidered.

Clumsy hands failing.
Bleeding fingers: the price for
Embroidered flowers.

The scent of jonquils
always awakens something
similar to spring.

Slightly more, and less,
than the first time I travelled
on Bilbo's shoulder.

Back before the world
became solid, when pixies
still danced in gardens.

My old forty-five
crackles to a close, even
magic dragons sleep.

Multi-lane freeways
bypassed Cherry Lane, culled the
Hundred Acre Wood.

The evolution
and degrees of love
bring thoughts of jonquils.

Ryan, that’s beautiful!

Wow, Ryan! I love it :)

Thank you, M. Thank you, Leslie.

Great job Ryan!!!

Thanks, Mandy!

Don't know what to say
Ryan's haiku has left me
At a loss for words.

((Great job, Ryan. That was just... wow.))

Nice one, Angie. Thank you!

Searching for lost words,
the tome raider discovered
Lawrence's Pillars.

Ionic pillars:
So strong and understated
Holding the ceiling.

Whoops. I'm getting my architecture confused. Doric pillars are the plain ones. Ionic pillars are scrolls. Oh, well.

Whether Ionic,
Tuscan, Doric, a pillar
made her euphoric.

:O

Starting hard like rock,
she found his passionate love,
went soft quite easy.

Avalanche Lillies
Blossom high upon a hill -
Tidbit of nature.

These tropical fish
Anglefish, butterfly, clown -
phosphorescent and homebound.

Composite columns
of the renaissance era
have "egg and dart" too.

Mother hen and eggs,
Perfect poultry family.
A great breakfast meal

Ryan wrote: "The scent of jonquils
always awakens something
similar to spring.

Slightly more, and less,
than the first time I travelled
on Bilbo's shoulder.

Back before the world
became solid, when pixies
sti..."


Ryan, this is superlative! Every image and note on point, evocative while advancing the conceit of the poem with picture perfect meter. Great, writing. [Guy: Bows to a master.]

And the thread since page 130 has been exquisite. Excellent writing everyone. This has been a pure joy to read.

Now what to write?

To be without a road

The confused rooster
could not find which road to cross
or which cross to bear.

He was equally
at a loss to figure out
which bears he should cross.

We lose an old joke
dear to us, if the chicken
never crossed the road.

Thank you, Guy.

Very nicely written, Guy, M and Angie - clever word play.

The dead baby’s angst
began to quicken: a road,
a nail, a chicken!

It's another nail.
Finish building your coffin,
So you can lie down.

In the dark, slow your
heart, it will fail when you need
more than you can have.

My heart is failing.
Didn't protect me from you:
I fell for your wiles.

[Sorry about what you are about to read. My fingers went wild. I couldn't stop them.]


I wiled away time
while waiting for a why not
that wasn't worth while.

I willed time to run
fast until I felt tired of
trying to catch up.

When I realized
there was no chance of catchup,
I grabbed the hot sauce.