i pierce
an arrow
sky of red apples
i paint
shades of black
and white
along
tempest rivers,
ice- capped mountains
i admire
hands that hold quill
words more potent than
lover’s kiss
i dream
tap dancing
with lusty full moon
nights velvety smooth
delicate ivory, I soar
until breathless
I fall on
your arms
And Flash Fiction Friday - Post a story in 55 words. For G-Man.
Picture credit: hereSomething new about me is that I have traded my easy-near-at-home work, for a more challenging job in the heart of the city. I am driving the freeway morning and afternoon, by myself (I used to be a weekend driver), and tackling a totally new job. I am not young anymore (in terms of years) but the fire is still with me. The only downside to this development is my time for writing. I have not been able to write as much as I can, and visit your blog as often as I used to.
Thanks for your visit. I appreciate all your comments.
Thanks for your visit. I appreciate all your comments.
Beautiful! I love your view~ I'm still working on mine! Yours is wonderful~
ReplyDeletemmm to soar and fall...
ReplyDeletelovely 55
Wow... fabulous write!
ReplyDeleteGood luck with the new job and drive safe, takes some getting used to the speed on these highways if you're not used to it all.
Heaven...
ReplyDeleteYou have real life obligations to answer to. Blogging is supposed to be FUN. Never forget that.
Your 55 was very cool.
They are always Top Notch, and very well thought out.
Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End...G
Sky of red apples would be just fun to see, until they clunked me on the head..haha...yeah real life take priority too, hope the new job goes well.
ReplyDeletehey no sweat...you still soar in my book heaven...love the dance...and nice visuals as well...hope you are enjoying the job...
ReplyDeleteI loved your poem. Yes, I agree with g-man. Blogging is the fun 'treat' at the end (or in between;) duty, love and life.
ReplyDeleteThank-you for visiting my blog and for your kind words.
p.s. Driving alone is always good thinking time...and thinking sometimes leads to inspiration, right?
i enjoying reading what you have time to write. have fun at your new job.
ReplyDeleteFan that fire within. Voice record your words in transit.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. Good luck with the new job, I hope you are enjoying it.
ReplyDeleteThrough your intimate words I can feel the passionate person you are. Good luck with your new job and challenges!
ReplyDeleteLovely...the idea of hands holding words. Serene piece...has an elegance about it.
ReplyDeleteRe: work and blogging, we can only do what we can. You'll be fine, Heaven. *Smiles.
Seductive and beautiful. I'm so glad you're enjoying your new job. I know it must be an adjustment. Take it easy.
ReplyDeleteLove everything about this poem.
ReplyDeleteKeep writing!
We all continue to grow and change as we go through life. Thanks for sharing your journey.
ReplyDeleteI really like this! The way you open the piece is exceptional.
ReplyDeleteLove the interesting imagery you used in this one. Sky of red apples, tap dancing in the night with full moon.
ReplyDeleteJob, writing, life -- a constant struggle, time becomes precious trying to decide how much to give to that which we love and what we need to do. We all do what we can. All the best. :)
This is sensual and soaring indeed. Good luck with your new job--your writing feels strong to me in a great 55.
ReplyDeleteGood luck on the new job. Very exciting!
ReplyDeleteI don't get over here as often as I like, but I am always smiling when I read your eloquent writings.
Nice one. Good luck with the new job!
ReplyDeleteMy favorite of yours so far. Love the sky of red apples........no worries about visiting, write when you can - never stop!
ReplyDeleteYou make me want to tap dance with the moon. Good luck on the job, but I hope it doesn't steal all the time from this lovely gift of writing you have
ReplyDeleteHeaven this is absolutely delightful.....beautiful writing!!!
ReplyDeleteLove the flow of this.
ReplyDeletei admire
ReplyDeletehands that hold quill
words more potent than
lover’s kiss...
Those words would not have always described me, but they do now. The fire is still with me, too, but I am not testing it in a work challenge the way you are. I have thought, worried actually, that if my husband's job were cut and I had to return to work (if I could find a job!) I would not adjust at all to "normal" hours and a schedule that included my having to do it all.
I bow to you.
i dream tap dancing -> i love it!! do't you wake yourself up.
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