Thursday, April 19, 2018

WE OPEN AT SUNSET



1 we open at sunset
“we open at sunset.”

Why open at sunset?
Why wait until your flowers are dried out 
from being in the sun all day?
Is the store an after work hobby?
In my mind’s eye, I can see the owner.
The sun is low in the deepening blue sky.
The young man pedals quickly on his bicycle
and parks below the red and white striped awning.
The dark-haired man rushes to his plants 
who lie before him wilting.
He grabs them and brings them inside.
I cross the street and peek into the window.
The man tends to the leaves with a fine mister,
then soaks their dirt with a yellow watering can.
He lines them up on the table beneath the window,
rearranging them by size from smallest to tallest.
Before my shocked eyes, the plants stand straighter.
The leaves spread out to hold each other’s hands.
The man steps back with a happy expression on his face.
Our eyes meet through the glass.
He holds my gaze before turning away.
He’s seen me.
His eyes seek mine.
I hold my breath.
A slow smile wings across his face,
dimpling his plump cheeks.
His hand waves for me to enter.
I pull open the glass door as the bell chimes.
The fragrant scent of flowers wafts to my nose
from the shelves of plants around the small room.
I stand beside the tall and handsome man.
Together we watch the plants as they stretch their stems
to the sun streaming through the window.
I whisper, “Why did you wait a whole day to water them?”
He faces me. “That is the way.”
I scrunch my nose as I glance up. “What way?”
He smiles, and his dimples reappear. “The way of the prior owner who told
me to water them only at sunset, and that I should never forget.”
I shrugged. “What would happen if you forgot?”
His stare takes on a faraway look. “These are special plants that must be
watered the same time every day or else they will die.”
“Amazing,” I murmur.
The setting sun lights the plants with an orange glow.
The sun retreats to its bed for the night.
The plants follow suit and drop hands, their leaves standing up straight.
“What happens now?” I ask.
He smiles. “They go to sleep.”
“Sweet.”
His dark blue gaze falls on me. “Would you like to accompany me 
to dinner this evening?”
My head pops up. “Will you explain more about the plants?”
His dimples deepen. “Of course. And we can share our names.”
I giggled. “That’s right. I don’t know yours.”
“But I know yours, Amy.”
“How–?”
He takes my arm and places it in the crook of his. “All will be explained.”


To be continued




Tuesday, April 17, 2018

A LOST SOUL


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Island of lost souls (1932)

Am I alone?
Someone is sitting beside me.
I turn.
There’s no one there.
Only the reflection
of a lost soul.

THE HOUSE


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An entity all its own.
A living,
breathing
force.
The walls hold secrets
of times gone by,
memories of long ago.
The house keeps
its secrets close.

RUN AWAY WITH ME


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Run away with me ❤

Come run away with me,
Down the stairs to the sea.

We’ll take a fast ship.
Champagne we will sip.

Leave our troubles behind.
New ones we’re sure to find.

We’ll be together forever.
To me, you will always tether.

Rocky waves are waiting ahead.
But with me, you will make your bed.

COME HOME TO ME


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Tall windows to let in the day.
The sun rises and shoots its ray.

I watch people saunter by,
peek into windows up high.

I’m as happy as I can be
to let the world come home to me.

SUNSHINE FOR ME


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A dark and gloomy day.
I’m tempted to say, “Hey,
I’m here on vacation, you see,
I only want sunshine for me.”

The clouds are moving past.
They’re moving kind of fast.
Maybe the sun has listened to me.
A great day it will finally be.

HIDDEN


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I am hiding being green.
On this leaf, I won’t be seen.

Feet sliding in the dew.
Orange eyes watching you.

I bet you can’t spot me.
I am one with this tree.

SMILE


 



Let’s have a happy day
no matter what people say.
Put on a happy face
and pick up the slow pace.
Turn that frown upside down,
can’t let life bring us down.

LOCKED IN THE BASEMENT



Steps lead to the basement of End House.
The door locks behind you.
There’s no way out.
Water fills up to your knees.
Metal cages descend.
Sharp edges extend to catch
their next victim.
You dodge the cages.
Circular saws sweep through the water.
The far wall holds three closed doors.
What lies behind these doors?
Read THE DEAD GAME to find out.

THE DEAD RISE



The sun sets for the night.
The Dead rise up.
Time to run
before it’s too late.
The Dead take no prisoners.
The Dead Game 

HOLD ME



Cover me with your yellow light.
Hide me from the night’s evil plight.

Take me in your arms and hold me.
Come down to me on bended knee.

I need you tonight and forever more.
Hold me so tight until I’m hurt and sore. 

OF THE NIGHT



His hand reaches for me.
He wants me for The Dead.
I won’t yield to his call.
He wants me in his bed.

I’m surrounded by his kind.
Their cries echo in the night.
He swoops closer from the sky.
Oh, what a beautiful sight.

He’s a creature of the night.
I’m crazy to want him so.
I can’t resist his sad face.
He is not a friend but a foe.

THE DEAD GAME