Wild and free At home on the sea The wind in the sails Making my own trails Say what you will I'll never abandon this thrill
The light of the golden moon would redeem them. That is what the Elders used to say.
The path to the light Is sometimes shrouded in darkness Choosing what is right Often you choose the evil that is less So how can we know If our soul is truly pure When it's our time to go Only One will know for sure
Her heart pounded in her chest. The cool spring breeze dried her tears.
"What did I tell you about using your CIA clearance to do background checks on my boyfriends?"
Due to a recent dry spell in my poetry, I've decided to share a few of my micro stories and writing prompts/ideas. Most of these were inspired by photos by @Write_Plan on Twitter, but a few will be my own original ideas. Any input or constructive comments are appreciated. Hope you enjoy them!
Photo: Black Canyon, Gunnison National Park, Colorado by Allison Moore
Acrylic painting using mostly palate knife by Allison Moore.
Photo: Glen Eryie Castle, Colorado Springs, Co; by Allison Moore