Entry to this week’s 3LineTales. Photo courtesy of Grant McCurdy
Broken camera by the sea. Shattered and forgotten. The waves hunger.
But I saw you there. Corner of my eye. A glint of light on overcast day.
And you saw me. Whom the sea threw back. O’misty lens lifeline.
Entry to this weeks 3LineTales! Photo credit to Breno Machado
Hush blew the winds amidst midnight’s cover.
Conspirators gather; identities raven.
Till a rasp voice broke and a tiny spark flew. Mayhem ignite!
A single tether.
Oh how fragile life treats her children.
That fear has gripped you.
What once nourished now imprisons
As youth wilts into old age untested.
But fear not for these petals are more than just show.
And the seed you carry will become more than its predecessor.
So ready yourself,
The gust has come.
Entry to this week’s 3LineTales! Image courtesy of Inma Ibanez.
Sumptuous red. O you sweet little thing.
All eyes drawn with carnivorous intent.
But the trick’s on them.
Entry to this week’s 3 Line Tales! Image courtesy of Maher El Aridi.
Blazing star among fields of dreams. Its might binds the denizens of the night.
Yet dim it appears from galaxy’s edge. A speck among many seen.
Just a dream no? But all dreams compel.
Entry to this week’s 3LineTales! Image courtesy of Sonya.
One step forwards, two steps back. Do a one-eighty, trip on a crack.
The dead-ends frown, they forbid en mass. Rocks and hard places, litter the past.
But what to do? No way around. Lest fire he thought. Will fly like sound!
Adrift at sea, I watch the sun set.
It tarries a bit, longer than I expect.
Perhaps its the setting, a horizon unbroken.
Waiting for a sign, some message, a token.
And then she appeared. Liberty’s flame.
Courage I asked her, torch bearer, no dame.
So she hands me a lantern, and whispers in my ear.
Light for the night, may others appear.
And then she vanished, the lantern ablaze.
I pick up my paddle, spirits raised.
West I go!