Jurassic Park gulp:
https://images.app.goo.gl/ngG9HxU9r7sCPLHi7


Smokey vision shades
Outdone by your umbrella
Maudlin and morose
Suddenly taken aback
By the bright rainbow colors.
***


***

I am red.
I am the color of soft satin sheets of seduction.
I am the prominent color of a hot summer morning sunrise.
I am the beauty of a single perfect rose.
I am the red hot chili pepper spice in your food.
I am the mouthwatering sweet flesh of fresh fruits.
I am the six inch stilettos worn by a female impersonator.
I am the flame that burns too hot.
I am the dark sticky residue sprawled on the street after Jack the Ripper’s work.
***
https://dversepoets.com/2021/02/16/poetics-true-colours/#like-21350


I’m excited to go. Last time she went on vacation to the mountains I was small and I loved it. You stayed at the vet, remember?
Uh, no, she’s taking me this time, you are the one staying at the vet! She has a surprise for you, but don’t worry, you’ll feel much better soon. Heh heh.
***
Time was short and I didn’t want to be late. I gathered my book bag, my cell and my umbrella, just in case, because it was going to be a wonderfully long day with the club. It had been a while since we had gathered for an outing like this and I wanted to be prepared for anything.
Just thinking of visiting the original book store on Baker Street with the vellichor atmosphere surround, caused a smile on my face. The club had managed to secure a private session with the first owner’s grandson to give us a tour.
We were all looking forward to it except one odd member we knew would not attend. She preferred pristine hardback copies of our club choices, straight off the press and would repudiate any volumes in this store. Most of us bibliophiles loved the musty smells of leather bindings and parchment of ancient first editions, but never Michelle. She thought them laden with germs, however she did love to read and was welcomed in our club.
***
https://cyranny.com/2021/02/16/vellichor-word-of-the-day-challenge/#like-56763
https://fivedotoh.com/2021/02/16/fowc-with-fandango-repudiate/
https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2021/02/15/club/#like-2356

***
Winds blow bird’s seed far
Some may catch it on the wing
Others sit and dine.


***
“Give me a home where the buffalo roam”. A wish in the minds of indigenous populations here in the United States before visitors from the East plundered the population of wildlife. This classic song perfectly paints the wide open sunny spaces of the West.
***
https://fivedotoh.com/2021/02/15/fandangos-flash-fiction-challenge-106/#like-54197

***
It was a casual atmosphere, just me and a bunch of girls from work enjoying the outdoor evening. Nothing spectacular in the surroundings, only a field surrounding a sport event.
It was then I spotted him, for the first time, and it was love at first sight–that inexplicable attraction no one can explain. It was not a candlelit room, across a dance floor with romantic music sweetening the mood.
It was not the childhood fantasy from well read books or black and white cinema. It was sunset, hot and muggy, and still. But then, my heart’s reaction wasn’t a fantasy, either, it was very real and lasted 47 years.
***
You must be logged in to post a comment.