All that lies broken


All that lies broken
Assault of senses
Last night at the bar
Puppet falling down
Deep into his seat
In this case, breakdown
Running through his life
Sailing through Chinatown

Friends nudge each other
Affording nothing
Wallet left ajar
He said things in slur
Betrayal so deep
Without his armour
Trying to be clown
Went to sea and drown*

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

* Octameter


For: Sunday Writing Prompt #232 “It’s All In The Title”, Wordle 329 Dec 9 by brenda warren


Sunday Photo Fiction – Traces of rain in the courtyard

© Eric Wiklund

THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from “Final Autumn” by Annie Finch: black, courtyard, cold, crams, past, traces, visit, fingers, block, final, homecoming, rain

Traces of rain in the courtyard
As we wait for the homecoming
A final visit of them all

Would there be sorrow in the call?
As we block memories that cling
Cold reality that’s so hard

The past is the past be on guard
It’s like having a black spring
Emitting a mournful squall

Like finger painting on the wall
Cramming things of what they can bring
And in life we might be scarred

We need atonement of the past
In every trial we must pass*

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

* Trilonnet

For: Sunday Photo Fiction – December 10th 2017, Whirligig 141

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