I Thought…

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I thought I heard you calling,

In a whisper on the breeze,

And I thought I saw your shadow,

In a glimpse between the trees,

I thought I felt your shelter,

When the rain began to fall,

And I thought I felt protected,

When the storm began to call,

I thought I felt your comfort,

When my tears began to weep,

And I thought I felt your healing,

When my pain began to seep,

I thought I felt you with me,

Though I knew that you were gone,

I thought you’d never leave me,

But I think I may be wrong.

It’s Not You, It’s Me!

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In memories and melodies,

And melancholy dreams,

In whispers of a yesterday,

That seep beneath the seams,

In the little hints of wariness,

And the scents of past regret,

In the touches of reflection,

And the distant silhouette,

In the methods and the madness,

And the meanings you revealed,

In the malice that you buried,

And the lies that you concealed,

In the merriment and mischief,

And in my misread hope,

Lay the trace of insincerity,

In the words I heard you spoke,

To love me, you must leave me,

To free me, you must go,

You’d never love another,

In your heart, you’d always know.

Strippers and Slippers

I’m a bit late this week with my fix of Friday Fictioneers. So I’ve tried to rush something out then I don’t miss a week. I also misinterpreted this weeks picture, I thought they were lights not bottles, opps. But as I’m caught for time I’m going to go with my original idea.  I’m slightly over the 100 word count, but I’m sure the ever gracious host Rochelle Wisoff-Fields won’t shoot me…..


Original Photo : Marie Gail Stratford

Her nipples chafed across the muslin of her dress. The sensation, although alarming, made her wish for something more, but she had no idea what.

Juliet caught his gaze. Even from across the crowded ballroom, his eyes flamed dark and dangerous, as if he saw straight through her gown to her misbehaving nipples.

Modesty made her turn, curiosity pulled her back. He was gone. Her eyes scanned the dance floor. Nothing.

From behind her came a whisper,

“You have something I want”…


The stage hand tipped her shoulder. Jenny closed the kindle, “Damn”.  The only gaze across the strip club tonight would be blood red and whisky induced. Where’s the romance in that?


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Someone once taught me,

To smile through the pain,

To laugh in the darkness,

And dance in the rain,

They taught me to walk,

When I wanted to run,

And taught me to jump,

So I’d reach for the sun,

They taught me to sing,

So I could be heard,

And taught me the wisdom,

Beneath every word,

They taught me acceptance,

Of what I can’t change,

And taught me forgiveness,

For those I would blame,

And someday I’ll teach you,

What they have taught me,

And then you will know,

What a parent can see.

The Return


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Walk with me slowly,

On a path of return,

Tracing the footsteps,

That bid you adjourn,


Anchor me tightly,

On a sea of remorse,

Awash in the swell,

Of its altering course,


Capture me gently,

On the shore of demand,

Bound and forgiven,

And yours to command,


Lie with me quickly,

On a hungered entice,

Tasting the essence,

No matter its price,


I fall away softly,

On a whisper of hope,

Your voice is the ether,

That calls me on home.