WICKED INSOMNIA

full moon
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The shades are drawn

It’s dark behind

The windows in my mind

There’s nothing I can do, no more,

It happens all the time

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Seeking for the light that’s gone

Alone here in this dark

Searching, but not finding, no,

The smallest of a spark

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Storms, they never whisper

As my demons take their place

Boldly taking jabs at me

It’s reflected on my face

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Maybe there is solace

If I could only get some sleep

It’s hard to see

Through crying eyes

A soul to take or keep

A QUEEN’S CONSORT… a poem

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The parallax pomposity

Of an overly anxious man.

A cantilevered view

Through a spyglass made of sand.

Self-aware, in stalwart effort,

His reflection did he admire.

Until put to death…

By executioners hand…

As ordered by the Sire.

Splinter… 15 Minute Fiction

15-minute Fiction Week challenge. The challenge is to create a story or poem based on the given photo in 100 words.

Imbedded in these hallowed halls

Light is stenciled

On the floors and walls

Captured from another time

Witness lost

To the sublime

Heavy is the burden still

Flushed to flight

A Whippoorwill

Boots once scuffed

Upon these floors

The story lost

Forever more

And yet, ‘tis here

From days gone past

A shift in time

That will not last

And even poltergeist take flight

Afraid of day

Afraid of night

Oh, weathered door

What do you see

A splinter in reality

The Solo Dancer

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The following short-fiction is inspired by the photo above posted by Diana of Myths of the Mirror.

Time had transformed the future into a robotic and Artificial Intelligence ruled world. Children were created only in test tubes and mankind, as we once knew it, had collapsed into technological chaos.

Relationships between humans were, for the most part, non-existent. Human life was lost to the very technology that mankind had once so proudly worshipped as the future to save the planet.

Manipulation of DNA was initiated by the Keepers early in the gestation period and the vessels (mothers) were kept in stasis. All this leading to an obviously unsustainable population.

Mar had traveled far on a cruise ship that had been lost at sea for years. He grew up with parents, still of the old days, who taught him how to survive. They recognized that creativity was going to help Mar live a fuller life, so they taught him to dance and entertain. These lessons helped him to survive and keep his sanity after a plague wiped out all but he and a handful of others on the ship.

The sun was first blocked by the small planet, now in synchronous orbit with the earth, back in the late 2020s. What Mar remembered was the ship had lost all contact with the world when communications ceased to work after the ship barely survived the wrath of the ocean during the horrific transition. The captain and most of the crew had also perished during the catastrophe.

When supplies on the ship had eventually run out and the equipment to catch fish had all dilapidated or broken… it was time to leave.

In one of the lifeboats, Mar made his way to the distant buildings and then upon the deserted shore. Though scared, of he knew not what, Mar straightened his frame; he took a deep breath; and then, he danced a solo dance.