The Daily Post photo challenge inspired a photo and a poem.
Skin hangs loose
On weary bones
Eyes look passed
The past hearts of stone
Beats on despite the unknown
Downtown Worcester, MA – The Daily Post Photo Challenge: Weathered. Photo ©2018 Leara Morris-Clark.
– DE MONTE Y MAR’s Tuesdays of Texture: December 12, 2017. Photos ©2017 Leara Nicole Morris-Clark.
An alley in Waltham, Massachusetts. Same door, different angles, different reflections…
– Norm 2.0’s Thursday Doors – August 18, 2016. Photo ©2016 Leara Morris-Clark.
Rivers of regret run like relentless rain,
Persistently pouring past pain out onto the page.
Red with rage from the realization that the rejection of reality is not rational.
Temper turns to tired tears that trail and tangle with the tale I’ve penned,
A failed father, a fickle friend, a family fallen apart from within.
Drowning in a deluge of darkness, dumbfounded, I discover the destination.
This crucial chapter comes to a close.
In The Rain by Franz Marc
– Written for Jane Dougherty Writes, Poetry Challenge #41: In The Rain. Painting prompt by Franz Marc. Word prompts were “rain, red, relentless, river, regrets.”
Today, I will commit our departed Prince to the heavens.
I took over the family business. Some think it’s morbid. I don’t see it that way. Everyone dies and for the dead it isn’t sad. We mourn their absence, and then I orchestrate the send-off.
Since the first Mars Royal Colony, my family cared for the dead. Today, I will commit our departed Prince to the heavens.
The prepared body is loaded into the chamber. I shuttle it into the atmosphere. The people gathered below appear as ants.
I set the timer and pull the release launching the casket. The explosives detonate, and fireworks light up the dark of space.
I watch purple rain shower down on the red planet.
– Written for Microcosms (17). Prompts were Astronaut/Purple Rain/Drama. WC 110. Photo from Wikimedia Commons.
The river ran red with blood and the souls of the damned. Mercy knelt at the bank, whispered a blessing and gathered some of the syrupy liquid into a bottle. Tonight’s ritual would prevent the destruction of our world.
– Written for Shapeshifting 13 (#47). Color Red and Photo Prompt. WC 39. Photo by Julija Nėjė