Poetry
Sun shimmering down
on a crisp, fall day,
leaves skittering
through the grass.
Oranges, yellows, and reds
the perfect backdrop
as the couple walks along
the rocky, dirt path.
Hand in hand,
step by step,
taking in the
atmosphere.
Stopping,
staring —
into each other’s
smiling eyes.
A kiss,
warming their…
Poetry
The red skull appears
as death draws near,
a cloud of darkness
wiping out all happiness.
A lingering feeling
of anger and anxiety,
a putrid spot
on an otherwise
humble life.
Blackness folding
over the mind,
creating a sense
of being blind.
The skull —
a mark of sadness,
driving one…
Poetry
Hand in hand
they walk the trail,
a breath of fresh air
both did exhale.
Obstacles forged by
the rough terrain,
together tackling
this forest campaign.
Life’s challenges
hard fought as one,
a life worth living —
together,
under the midnight sun.
© Dave Logan 2022
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Poetry
No words,
yet so much
to say.
Head filled with
earth-shattering noise,
despite the silence
all around.
A smile,
masking
the pain
within.
Tears held back,
head held high,
life goes on
despite the war inside.
The eyes,
a gateway
to the sadness
and anxiety
held in.
Night hovers
once again,
shielding…
Prose Poetry
A single lamp sitting in the middle of a cobbled street.
Light burning brightly during the midnight hour.
A glowing fog wafting around the lamp, a sense of dread piercing the air.
In the distance, a horse’s hooves can be heard clattering against the stones.
Eerie shadows engulf the area…
Poetry
Through the darkness, a light shines down, illuminating a path once hidden,
A walkway made of bricks, leading the way to a dreamlike world.
A world of hope, fantasy, and promise.
A place of where kids can be kids, and adults can relive their childhood.
Unicorns, faeries, witches, and wizards…
Poetry
Summer heat
melting and tanning
grass and trees.
Humidity thick,
dehydrating everything
as far as the eye can see.
Drought so bad,
bodies of water
gasping for a drink.
Brush of air
gusting through,
a small relief.
Sky darkening
in an instant,
the sun blocked
from sight.
Wind picking up,
erasing…
Prose Poetry
A carriage pulls away as night falls.
A ghost-like breath forming from the horses' mouths and noses as they pull the carriage.
The house shrouded in darkness but for the lights in each window.
A mysterious figure looks out from the third-floor window, watching as his guest leaves in a…
