Posts Tagged ‘Sky’
Aug
Repose
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The warmth of the spring sun filled my body with repose. I laid back and looked up at the sky. The blueness bright and cheery awakened my eyes to ebullience.
I let the small rowboat drift on its own while the sound of ducks quacked and flapped their wings bathing in the lake. Nature was all around me. Birds chirped, on the shore frogs hopped, crabs crawled on the sand, and tree leaves quietly blew in the slight breeze.
I closed my eyes and soaked it all in, storing every sound and image in my mind.
Tomorrow, I start anew.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Aug
New Neighbors
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Nobody’d said okay to the infamous moving in, but who should drive up but Bonnie and Clyde in their 1934 Ford, parking it in their 21st Century driveway? What were we to do with the notorious couple but invite them to our pot luck dinner, held alfresco every Wednesday evening? We were all enjoying delicious tiramisu when Charlene showed up late with her high-strung Doxie, yapping and nipping at Bonnie, who whipped out her .38 Special and shot, missing the dog by a mile, or maybe 238,00 of them. As just then, across the sky sailed half a bloody moon.
From Guest Contributor Linda Lowe
Aug
The Same
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The birds flew by
as the wind blew past.
Cars come cruising, crossing coastlines.
They’re the same.
Birds fly free with the ocean breeze
and the cars follow along to their graceful flight.
They’re the same, together in the light.
One flies,
one drives.
They’re the same.
An endless road.
An infinite sky.
They’re the same.
It’s no race,
they’re at the same pace.
The road twists and the car does not slow.
The bird resists the wind and flies high.
They’re the same.
The road is black and yellow,
and the sky is blue and white.
They’re the same.
From Guest Contributor Daniel Duong
Aug
Gone Fishing
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The fish hook didn’t stir in the stillness of the water.
There’s a dark, ominous look in the sky. Not the sunny, warm weather the forecasters predicted.
The shore wasn’t far, so I stayed on course and waited. I wished I had something to drink. The air was humid, and my lips quenched water.
In the tiny row boat, I felt lonely, especially since no one else was on the lake and my only companions were the birds chirping in the trees.
A bolt of lightning filled the sky, followed by claps of thunder.
Then the downpour.
No fish today.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Jul
Chihuahuas
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
It had been raining 40 days and 40 nights. What a soggy mess.
“I told you we should’ve gotten on that Ark, Mel.”
“Stop reminding me, Harriet.”
The vessel had taken off, with the creatures two-by-two.
Then, there were those left behind.
“Would you stop looking out the window, Mel. It’s depressing.”
“I just want to see what’s going on.”
“See? Who can see anything. It must be raining cats and dogs, if I know Jehovah.”
“No. Not so many cats. But it’s amazing the number of Chihuahuas falling from the sky, Harriet.”
“My God, Mel. And floating everywhere?”
“Exactly…”
From Guest Contributor David Sydney
Jun
Orange Sky
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The sky has turned a hazy orange from wildfires capable of creating their own weather. Pages are torn out of books to further feed the fires. Birds wildly flap their wings to escape, only to go round and round in circles. Everything that isn’t predator is prey. Sisters of Mercy are forced to strip naked on the edge of a burial pit, folding their arms over their breasts in misplaced concern for modesty. Today is without a tomorrow. The roof burns, and we let it. My eyes fill with tears from the smoke, but I have never seen more clearly.
From Guest Contributor Howie Good
Howie’s newest poetry collection, Heart-Shaped Hole, which also includes examples of his handmade collages, is available from Laughing Ronin Press.
Jun
Sentinels
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
With the heavens above, eyes perceive blackness below. The silhouettes of lonesome silos dotting a barren landscape gives way to perceptions of ancient obsidian obelisks, sentinels erected by the offspring of some long-forgotten civilization, sating deities of seasons past.
Against a moonless night, one can appreciate the unencumbered band of the Milky Way, glorious gold and white light from hundreds of thousands of stars, blues, oranges and reds, sparkling beacons of potentialities adorning the night sky.
I repose beneath a blanket of starlight, and the encircling melody of coywolves lulls me to sleep as I long for dreams of you.
From Guest Contributor J. Iner Souster
Jun
Thunderstorm
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
When I listen to the forecast, the weather calls for abundant sunshine and the day is anything but.
The sky is ominous and roars with thunder and lightning illuminating the yard. The fence is swaying, and I cringe.
My shih-tzu Benny is plopped under the kitchen table whining. I bend and pet his head. “Sorry, buddy. It’s a thunderstorm. Hopefully it’ll end soon.”
My coffee is cold, so I dump it into the sink and make another cup. While it’s percolating Benny comes out, barks, and wags his tail.
The sun has broken through the clouds.
Chemotherapy awaits after all.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Jun
Vernon Dreams Of Love
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Vernon had a mighty fine vision of a better life. Though the East had been kind to him, his yearning for adventure in the Wild West was powerful.
He dreamt of wide-open prairies and a sky lit by a million untamed stars. Somethin’ he’d only read about in books. The drawings of them big ol’ mountain ranges plumb near took his breath away.
Unbeknownst to Vernon was the expanse of Manitoba, sometimes called âpisînikan by the Cree, which means someone who rises from the dead. Soon, his easygoing lifestyle would be disturbed as hordes of undead settlers blocked his path.
From Guest Contributor J. Iner Souster
May
Victory
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The air is ominous, and lightning brightens the sky. I hold onto the mountain with both hands. I’m an avid climber, but the weather forecast is wrong. The sky is not abundant sunshine.
With each step I take, I use all my energy to endure and sustain my worries. All I need to do is take a deep breath.
The rain is heavy, and I feel the weight of it baring down. Just a few more steps. I can do this.
I reach the peak and use all my strength to pull myself up.
I wave my hands in victory.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher