Who’s there?

At the door of death I stand; a tree of ashes

At the door of life I stand; with roots routing for escape

Knocking, demanding, crying for time to standstill; hoping for life anew.

tltweek124photo by Luis Alfonso Orellana via Unsplash

Written for Sonya’s three line tales week 124.









Surviving the generations

From his rib she was formed: an advanced edition some may say

A help-meet she was called: fashioned to function in a unique way.

suited for him: like a round peg in a round hole.

Designed to procreate the generation, they  set out together.

From his rib she was formed side by side they stood: hoping to work hand-in-hand but

then came a rattling, an inner turmoil: she fell beneath and he crouched above

fear was born,hearts were split: she reached for him, he strected to her

They survived, but the peg was undone and the hole was fragmented.

From his rib she was formed: together they illuminated the world

a thing of beauty to behold: alone they  brightened a room

Potentials buried by warring shadows: the growing darkness suffocating within and without.

Designed to sustain the generations, they live to survive each other.

In respnse to the daily prompt survival and generation.

This is written as a cleave poem (click to read another one of my cleave poems) left poem, right poem and a complte poem.

Let me know you think.





The kabbalistic home

K is for Kabbalistic

Echoing steps at dawn: stories of darkness 

faint whispers of: demons retreating,

a vortex sweeping through: leaving behind a trail of destruction.

Is there hope in Zion?: who shall save us?

The kabbalistic home rages: a crimson hue adorns the skies

lambs and wolves alike are slain: no soul is safe.

Is there no hope in Zion?

Open the pages: look within,

therein lies hope: banish the resounding fear

The throne of secrets: and covert shadows 

shall  be destroyed:  with the truth

There is hope in Zion: cloaked in the innocence and bravery of a suckling babe.

PHOTO PROMPT © Kent Bonham
Copyright Kent Bonham

This was written as a cleave poem, which has three poems within; one on the left, one on the right and the entire piece as one. Don’t know if it worked, please let me know.

Written for Friday fictioneers a writing challenge hosted by Rochelle and A to Z challenge. The picture was provided by Kent Bonham and the task is to write a 100 words story inspired by it. Thanks Rochelle for hosting the challenge. Thank you for stopping by… do click on the link to read other stories.