Sunday, August 25
Sunday, August 18
In the moment sleep envelops bodies,
causing them to plummet into night,
floating shapes of random jigsaw pictures
begin to infiltrate the inner sight.
Like boats adrift in dreams sans map or compass,
the journey's never under our control,
for darkness leads all where it will till morning
when daylight lays its claim upon the soul.
Thanks for the inspiration go to Tess and Elena Kalis at The Mag 182.
Tuesday, August 13
Sunday, August 4
Only then will the blank page find fulfillment.
Thanks to Tess and M C Escher at Mag 180 for this week's prompt, which, to my amazement, has turned out to contain 55 words. So come Friday, it will be added to G-man's list, as well - make the most from the least, that's my motto...