Wordless Wednesday. Hearts in flowers.
05 May 2021 9 Comments
in humour, inspiration, love, photos, Wordless Wednesday Tags: Flowers, Hearts, wall
Thursday photo prompt: Forgotten #writephoto
20 Jun 2019 27 Comments
in #writephoto, photos, Poems, Uncategorized Tags: #writephoto, Etheree, forgotten, support, Thursday Photo prompt, wall, Wallflowers
“Please
Don’t leave
Me standing.
Without you my
World would crumble.
It’s you makes me whole
Giving me life and soul.
If you leave me I will fall.
Together we are strong, united.
If you leave me I will be nought at all.”
So spoke the flowers to the old brick wall.
Who smiled and replied “without you I
Am nothing,without you I’d fall.
We need eachother to thrive”
So the fragile flowers
Through mutual care
Lived happily
With the old
Tired
Wall.
Of Knobs,Locks and Keys
10 May 2013 25 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: and locks, doors, innuendo, keys, knobs, locks, Northography, prompt, wall, walls
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Northography have a new visual stimulus posted for your writing pleasure. Taken from http://senzingzen.com/ page. I wanted to take up the challenge.
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How many doors, how many floors must we flee down
Must we race down, pace down arms up and face down.
What lies behind the doors, the doorknobs many
strange knobs hob knobs, key holes of which views are there any?
How dark these walls so blue, the floor so black it reaches down to hell
The light at the end of the hall so red, red enough to hide the dead as well.
Is the floor a carpet or linoleum I do not know do you
As I run and rush my way along I cannot tell I don’t even care, it’s true,it’s true.
So enter here this last door with me and let your lust be free
In my hands I caress your key I love it’s cold feel, it awakens things in me.
So take back your long and lusty key and thrust it deep inside my lock , feel free.
I shall grab and turn your knob I love the reaction it brings, it makes you sob.
So as we dance the dance of lock and key and hob of knob twist harder your key inside my lock so it may throb.
Excitement gathers us both up and busts forth all ousing out glorious and messy.
The lock the key, the knob all turning busting growing flowing pressy!
OOOOOOOOOOOOH!
How many doors, how many floors must we flee down
Must we race down, pace down arms up and face down.
What lies behind the doors, the doorknobs many
strange knobs, hob knobs, key holes of which views are there any?
