Flight

The Race

Escaping Into Winter

Trees Standing Erect
Amidst the backdrop of blue and white
Snow Falls

Lining the streets in white
Ice glistens
Cracking with every footstep made

Icicles hang
From the edges of roofs
Its pointy edges intimidating its residents

I run into the snow
Reveling from years ago
The Snow
Falling On My Head

Autumn Trees

Under a glimmering blue sky, the Autumn Leaves Paint the Landscape
The wind blows and sways the leaves
Of Red, Yellow, and Green
The cold doesn't bother me as I walk
In Beauty, Marveling at the Wonders of Nature!

The Mockingbird Lives Within All of Us

Humanity,

Where is it

In an ever changing world,

Tom Robinson is accused

Childhood innocence,

Running along streets

Finding treasure

Is the world that Jem and Scout knows

They have seen “The Boogeyman”

Lurking around Maycomb, they are curious in seeing him-or them

With built up fantasies and preconceived notions

They go on their way

In making sense of it all

In making sense of injustice

Tom Robinson’s court date is near

As a white man defending a black man

Atticus Finch ought not to be involved

In a case where a black man touched a white woman

What had Atticus done wrong in being a public embarrassment to Maycomb?

Would he teach his children well as a father, and as a lawyer in town?

An Astonishing Autumn Appreciation

The sky is overcast, and the fog clears

As I’m sitting by the window on a dreary Autumn day,

Leaves-still vibrant with red, yellow, and green—are off in the distance

Not even the thick sheet of rain can block its opulence

I ponder

At achievements and failures that line my existence

I wonder

What life has for me, and I have for it

I know I can't be moody now, for a streak of sunshine has just appeared!

Airplane Antics

Responding to a writing prompt by Brian A. Klems that's found on: http://www.writersdigest.com/prompts

On the long flight to a foreign country, you wind up telling your seatmate much of your life story. Only it isn’t yours. You’ve always wanted to pretend to be somebody else, just for an hour or two, and this seemed like the perfect opportunity. Only now you find yourself falling for your seatmate,...
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Oh what a farce
In living a life that isn't mine
Only in getting your attention
To the life of a record selling musician, I tell my story
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Of getting fame, I play and I perform
Eccentric rock to crooning ballads
Or was it a one hit wonder?
I perform for my fans
Forgetting about everything and everyone for the moment
As I take in the excitement!

Before, I had a sad existence
Of not being recognized, of not getting an applause
From anyone, I wandered through the streets
Looking for someone who could endorse me
Looking for someone who could believe in me

Until finally someone from Machinely Machined Records found me
Singing contently in the park
They told me to come in for a rehearsal, and came in I did
Before long, synthesizers and technology worked in my favor
Getting the applause and cheer that I so longed for,
Taking me all over the world, and now next to you!
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A plane ride can be a long time
To tell anything to anyone,
As someone in business, I go wherever life takes me!

Wired

These thoughts, so many and so scattered

Are encircling my mind, suffocating me

From living my potential!

What do I want to be? Where do I want to go? Who am I?

Constantly pervade me, blocking me from moving on.

The more I think, the more I go crazy,

Oh, these thoughts will surely be my end!

All That Jazz!

I have been brought alive,

From this sweet Jazz

That blares with its trumpets and soothes with its saxophones,

Grabbing the attention of my feet

In tapping along to its rhythm.

From this heart and soul of Dixieland to the Midwest,

I am once again summoned to liveliness, from being tucked away in the Berkshires!

The Doors

What was that promise that you made

Is what I'm hearing

As I'm rewinding to the past

To its music, its times

Its sentiments

As I live in the present

Stuck in its rhythm

That gets made with each day, each moment

I wonder of the promises that we made

Are they real?

Haunting

Shadows everywhere

Follow me 

As I turn the street corner

A dead man is being shown his end

With others watching, as it haunts my imagination.

I await The Guardian of Lost Souls.

"another head hangs lowly"

Thank You Changó on Foter for this image!

For the Trifextra Weekend Challenge this image was our fuel to a 33 word response!

Beauty

Dawn approaches with its colors of Red, Yellow, and Pink,

On a spectacular evening, as I sit back and marvel at this beauty

Of the crisp blue waves, as they either come back to its familiarity of the land,

Or instead they carry these forgotten sentiments of land with them,

As they travel farther away, and into this beautiful sunset.

~Inspired by Trifecta~

Rhyming Made Charming

Once upon a time
There was rhyme
Along with meter, rhythm, and description
Without a prescription

Now a bang, an alarm,
The third time's the charm
As I do no harm,
In writing.



For the Trifextra Writing Challenge this weekend, the idiom "Three time's a charm" was used in 33 words.

Changing

A seed
That when falling into the soil,
Grows and matures.

Like the rhythm of my heart
The essence of my core
Come into fruition
I look in your eyes, and feel your presence
Move ever so distant now

Getting trapped inside my own emotions
I now see a change
That begs me to pull away from you
As my desire for you fades away.

For the Scriptic  prompt exchange this week, Bewildered Bug gave me this prompt: Come to fruition..  

I gave Grace O'Malley this prompt: When I grew up

The Reality of an Appearance

You appear true

What would I know though,

In having such feelings,

Such overwhelming passion over you

I would then, naturally assume the best in you

Disregarding that you could be dark and a menace to society

A writhing wretch of destruction,

I would not think twice to be with you

To have a future with you

Yet though, there’s something else I see

Something else that I feel that beckons me to you

A sensation telling me that you are not dark and a menace

Or am I being tricked?

For the Trifecta Weekly Challenge http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/

this week, "appear" as having an outwardly aspect or seeming to be was used.

Pepsi!

Aye my life,
In a world wrought with strife
How do I begin to confess
Of my great distress,
Over Coca Cola versus Pepsi, in a world full of carbon
Which fizzes more?

For the Trifextra Writing Challenge this weekend, a 33 word confession had to be composed!

On Graduating

Underneath this winding loop of life is a new paradigm of hope
That after a long battle with gaining knowledge,
I have finally reached its infinite end,
As I taste its sweet honey!

Old or New is the question for you!

New or Old, what is that key
To Becoming me?

A dinosaur in the rough
Me living fashionably can be tough

Black is slimming, and with its trimming
I could be winning this inning for the night

What about for tomorrow night though?

--Inspired by Trifecta's writing challenge, the definition of "dinosaur" we had to use was one that is impractically large, out of date, or obsolete. 

Event

Sixteen,
With her license
She is off!

Exploring sights,
Soaring to new heights
Never tired from this newfound freedom
She rides like the wind!

Until one day when she rides no more
An accident almost claiming her life
Unfolds before her in a hospital bed
Where she is motionless.

"What are you going to tell your Mom" asks the nurse
"I'm not"
With her quick response to this ever fast event, she waits
Until the Day of Judgement
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For the Scriptic  prompt exchange this week, Jester Queen at http://jesterqueen.com gave me: "What are you going to tell your Mom?"/ "I'm not." 

I had given kgwaite at http://writinginthemarginsburstingattheseams.blogspot.com/ this prompt: Cradle of Civilization

Waiting

A man,
Young as he is talented
Curls up on his leather couch, waiting
Impatient for the phone to ring, he sits

What has his life come to,
A life of talent and creativity
His fears and his hopes
Here, in his living room?

He is still waiting for his casting call moments later
Did they like him, was he to their standards?
Will he get the job?

Questions, Questions!
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For the Scriptic.org prompt exchange this week, FKC at http://originallyyou.blogspot.com gave me this prompt: He curled up on his new leather couch and waited impatiently for the phone to ring.
I gave Wendryn at http://www.wendryn.com this prompt: Out of the ground, a flower emerges!