Yellow… The sunshine of My life. The warmth of Summer’s last Breath. Just enough To make me hang On, Until spring Springs back Again. If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. Description for the visually impaired; Close up on a yellow flower caught at Montréal’s Biodôme.
My sky’s your sky So far, or so near… Miles are meaningless Between us My dear… Life could drag me Unexpectedly Away from you, Just look up To our sky, and You won’t be so Blue… I’ll send cloudy Doves, delicate and White as snow. Silent flying messengers Just so You know… My heart is…… Continue reading My sky’s your sky…
* Lying on the sidewalk, he mumbled to himself… Great f*ckin’ life, I’ll tell ya… He could have seeked a more discreet spot to nap, but nobody gave a damn about him anyway. It was amazing how the average pedestrian could be oblivious to misery. He didn’t even bother to leave a paper cup by…… Continue reading Fallen star – #1MinFiction
The day’s ending, Today’s almost gone What wasn’t yesterday Tomorrow might come… As I dwell, in the arms Of baby-blue skies, I keep feeding myself With pretty white lies… My cloudy thoughts set adrift Memories sweet and sour, I revel alone, In this endless blue hour…
When he opened his eyes, his head was still a bit dizzy and he had a sore neck. He knew it wasn’t a good idea, when she had told him to take the leap. He felt so far from home, staring at the faraway tree tops. He lay there for a while, wondering if…… Continue reading Not yet…
I took over the prompt a couple of weeks back, as an homage to Nortina’s late ”One Minute Fiction” challenge. What’s the ”One Minute Fiction” challenge about? Easy. Each week I’ll provide a prompt to inspire you to write a very short story. The idea is to manage to type your whole story in a…… Continue reading September 16th #1MinFiction Challenge
Take my handLead me,I’m so eager To see…I come BarefootedNaive and innocent,I want to tasteYour lips, to feelYour skin, to smellYour scent…Let’s runaway andJust make loveBehind that curtain,Take my handLead meTo your secret garden…
Some people have mentionned that our precious little Freja always looks grumpy (I’m one of them). It is partly my fault, because I do get to choose which pictures I post. There’s also the fact that Freja hates it when I run after her to try to catch a good shot. I just wanted to…… Continue reading After Eight Moments…
All good things must come to an end… That’s how the saying goes, but sometimes it just seems so unfair, wouldn’t you agree? As you might remember, before this annoying pandemic paralyzed most of the world, I had started a series of posts about the camping trip Miriam arranged for us, in February. I only have…… Continue reading All good things…
* So unlike, still So close… Who would have thought Who really knows, What could or Couldn’t be… What could happen Between you and me? Do you agree, that Even if we’re a little odd, We just feels like Two peas in a pod… If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about,…… Continue reading After Eight Moments…
Cyranny's Cove 