writeandshoot
The flicker mystifies me. It's as if the bulb were truly a reincarnated candle. It's light dashes from wall to wall and stutters with inconsistent rhythm. I wonder what it would be, to be a bulb, that was once a candle.
If I were to wade out to the middle of the pool
would you wade out to meet me?
Whenever I've taken the steps toward you
I've felt no reciprocation.
Wade to me...
That ever-green chalkboard haunts me each morning. It dares me to answer its questions, to solve its equations. Yet each time it shows me a problem I struggle to find a solution.
Remember the days of yesteryear - when the sun helped us rise each morning and the streetlights sent us to bed.
There is a cool crisp flavor bursting in my mouth. It reminds me of my childhood. Sitting on the front porch enjoying a tasty York peppermint patty.
The flame twitched on top of the torch while its Citronella scent wavered through the air with help from the gentle ocean breeze. My heart is reminded of prior trips to this beach, but none were like this one. None were for this.