Portfolio including poetry and flash fiction from micro fiction to short stories and a bit of photography thrown in for good measure.
The St. Augustine Lighthouse has 219 steps to climb to the top. Looking down there is a dizzying view of the spiral staircase curving around and around. At the top, more curves can be found with the 1000 watt bulb and giant lens. To learn more about the history of the St. Augustine Lighthouse, click here.
– The Daily Post Photo Challenge: Curves. Photo ©2009 Leara Morris-Clark .
I am a guide, for the passing, through the veil between our two worlds.
I do not weep for those whose earthly vessels resting here beneath the soil. I weep with those souls left behind.
I am a guide, for the passing, through the veil between our two worlds.
I stand guard, to offer reassurance to those weakened by loss and to remind them that this temporary abode is but a moment in time.
My shuttered eyes demonstrate to visitors that this is a place of rest and not a place to fear. I represent the peace and stillness their loved ones now possess.
I hold fast to that which exemplifies strength in adversity and reconciliation in death. The cross that I lean upon is the key to unlocking the door to spiritual ascension.
Welcome to all who enter. May you know comfort here.
– Written for dVerse Poetics, prompt was “the voice of the sculpture.” Photo ©2010 Leara Morris-Clark.
Abruptly torn from my reverie, a blaring horn, and a few choice expletives reminded me yet again, that human drivers have no respect for jaywalking squirrels.
– Written for Grammar Ghoul Press Shapeshifting 13 #58. Word prompt was “reverie.” WC 26. Photo from National Wildlife Federation Blog. “Just A Squirrel Trying To Get A Nut” was voted 2nd place in this contest.
The possibilities are as endless as that horizon. This photo was taken at Lookout Mountain, TN. You can see seven states from that point. This space is wide open.
– Photo for Hugh’s Weekly Photo Challenge: Week 29 – Open.
We all stared at each other uncomfortably.
For once dinner won’t be just about eating.
Timing was important. Tommy always ate fast and asked to be excused to his room to play video games. Jenna texted with her boyfriend Michael throughout dinner, and Shauna would have her earbuds in the entire time.
They knew something was up when we collected devices before sitting down at the table.
We all stared at each other uncomfortably. I was surprised when there wasn’t more of a protest over the devices.
I started by spooning some mashed potatoes onto my plate. Everyone followed suit and began making their plates as well.
“So,” I said. “Dad and I have something we need to talk to you about.
Daniel spoke. “Your mother and I…This is harder than I thought. We…”
“We are getting a divorce,” I rushed the words to finish for him. Finally saying it out loud was a relief, but I was quickly flooded with anxiety waiting for them to respond.
“Is that all?” Shauna asked.
“Great, can I have my phone back now?” asked Jenna wryly.
“Tell us something we don’t know.” Tommy blurted out sarcastically.
– Written for YeahWrite.me fiction|poetry #270. Prompt up sentence, “For once dinner won’t be about just eating.” WC 186.
I don’t deserve a second chance or even the closure that would help me sleep at night.
Dear You,
I miss the way your sleepy eyes admired me in the morning while I dressed for work. I miss you missing me when I was gone.
It’s been a while since you’ve come around. It’s my fault, I know.
I wish there was a way to make it up to you, to let you know that I accept the part I played. I take the blame.
I was a fool, and I made a mistake. I broke your heart, and I can’t fix that with words.
I don’t deserve a second chance or even the closure that would help me sleep at night.
I don’t deserve a second thought, even to curse my name because you don’t deserve to feel an ounce of pain. You never deserved it to begin with.
I wish I could take back what I did, what I said. I wish I could see you smile at me again.
Most of all I wish I had been wise enough to appreciate what I had before it was gone. I wish I hadn’t made a statistic out of us.
I hope you want me back, but you deserve to move on.
Love,
Me
– Written for The Blog Propellant, Prompt Miscellanea “Apology Letter.” WC 198. I went over count on this one. I wasn’t feeling the 100 words. Photo from Wikipedia.
Day dawns fresh on grass –
Dragonfly wing breezes stir
Morning dew on leaves
– Written for Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge #101. Word prompts were “Fresh” & “Wind” or synonyms of those. Photo by Pexels.com.
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