Tag: Water

Into the Gray – Flash Fiction

Into the Gray

I sit by the window looking outside.  The dawn has barely broken, and a fine mist is suspended just above the lake’s surface. The silence of the morning has an eerie feel to it.  The sun yet to show itself, hidden by the foreboding still-dark clouds.

Having barely slept my eyes are sore.  Puffy bags have formed under my lower lids. A small price to pay for a night without bad dreams.  It has been four days since arriving at the cabin and I have yet to see another soul.

I venture outside and down the slope to the water’s edge.  Mist still visible providing a light blanket of cover.  Shedding the confinement of clothing I slip into the cold water.  Allowing it to consume me and in the tender gray, I swim undisturbed.  The water washes away the nightmares that had consumed me.

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Lisa from Tao Talk is hosting Prosery Monday at D'Verse.  She has given us the following line of poetry to be the prompt for our piece of Flash Fiction.

"In the tender gray, I swim undisturbed" 
by Celia Dropkin,from, “In Sullivan County”

D'Verse Prosery is Flash Fiction of exactly 144 words excluding the title.

Image by Esther Heide from Pixabay 

Winter’s End – Poem of the Month – March 2022

Winter’s End

Bare trees of March stand spindly
against the backdrop of a darkened sky
Lazy daffodils laden with hopes of Spring
trip over themselves waiting for daylight
to show them the way
A pale moon reflects its light on still water
sending a calmness into the crisp night air
Lone hooting owl breaks the night’s silence
A reminder that Nature never sleeps

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Bjorn is hosting Open Link Night at D’Verse Poets

Word Promps

March - RDP
Water - FOWC
Trip - Stream of Consciousness 

Drink The Water – A Quadrille

Drink The Water

I heard the calling and came to you
Knowing it was where I was meant to be
Strange, unsettling, wanting to adapt
I listened to your words and I drank in
your water, deep into my being
until it stoned me to my soul

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De Jackson is hosting D'Verse Poets Monday Quadrille she and has prompted us with the word 'Stone'. I immediately thought of one of my favorite Van Morrison songs "And It Stoned Me" from his Moondance album.  It inspired my quadrille.

The song is about an experience Morrison had when he was 12 years old. After a day of fishing outside a village named Ballystockart in his native Ireland, Morrison and his friends stopped in one of the village's houses, where they saw an old man sitting inside. In Steven Turner's Van Morrison: Too Late to Stop Now, Morrison describes him as "dark weather-beaten."

Morrison and his friends asked the man for water, and he gave them some he'd gotten from a nearby stream. As Morrison drank the stream water he slipped into mystical experience. "Time stood still," he says in Too Late to Stop Now. "For five minutes everything was really quiet and I was in this other dimension. "That's what the song is about."

Courtesy of Songfacts

A Quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words, excluding the title