Originally posted on Ron Lanham Writing:
He catches a glimpse of it often. Though it never manifests straight on. Only revealing itself, in his peripheral. The sight is enough to chill his soul. He accepts that it serves to torment him. To render his punishment for the failings inherent with mortality. Disturbing his slumber, bringing…
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Place Your Bets
Originally posted on Ron Lanham Writing:
Only an observation, likely something suggested in folly. We can keep on wishing darlin’. Or we can embrace opportunity. Rolling with the punches as they say, has come so natural. If indeed that, something better, presents itself, manifesting our truest desire, perhaps we will see it more easily if…
Justification
Originally posted on Ron Lanham Writing:
“Darlin…”, the devil said, with a drawl so pronounced, you could smell mama’s chicken and okra on the stove, “…if we are not permitted on occasion, to bathe in the pools of self pity, lathering ourselves with the soothing essence of misery, while washing our hair in the effervescent…
Pious Perches
Originally posted on Ron Lanham Writing:
The world is discovering what the elect had discerned. You had held sway over the easily manipulated. That grip loosens by the hour, as you sing and dance the familiar routine. Promising the moon, while delivering only riches into your own coffers. Hailing yourself as the champion, battling for the…
Morning Thoughts
The morning chill and hot coffee shook me awake. Walking Molly in the snow, her tiny paws crunch the powder. The kind of day where schools close and kids rejoice. A great time to stay in, be warm and write. Maybe.
Laugh
Originally posted on Ron Lanham Writing:
Does she still laugh at silly things. I haven’t heard it for so long. There was a time back before our lives took separate paths, when we would finish one another’s sentences. Her laugh would hold me spellbound, it was like an addiction I craved. That kind of connection…
Supper Time
Tonight, I enjoyed the most amazing pot roast. When the mood strikes, which is at least once every other month or so, I make “Mississippi pot roast”. Or at least my version of it. Which typically includes brown gravy mix, ranch dressing mix, banana pepper rings and a dash of the juice. Plenty of seasoningsContinue reading “Supper Time”
A moment
A shared glance became a conversationHe asked her to dinner, she agreedA moment became a great nightNow a lifetime of cherished milestonesJust a glance, what a beautiful chance
Fate, Evermore
Cunning and quiet, the thief makes a play Dagger raised he leaps into the fray Consumed by dragon fire, thief is no more Warrior strong, bold heads into battle too Axe ready and sure, steady, resolved anew Dragon breath makes him ash at the door Wizard makes magic, wise and fierce Casting ice at theContinue reading “Fate, Evermore”
January haiku
There are highs and lows Meeting each day on its terms Hectic or mellow Often, they are blue My thoughts and feelings of you Long ago, yet near Once more with feeling I heard that somewhere before Forgot to feel it Snow smothers the ground No greens, yellows nor browns show Cold echoes abound