They came out here to try to reignite
The passion they had lost along the way.
But as before, small words became a fight
That left them glowering amid the day.

They hiked in silence up to Ozone Falls
A magic place that neither gave a glance;
As both were locked behind defensive walls;
A type of ritual, a rite, a dance.

But as they stood he saw the water fall
Unwanted from the corners of her eyes;
And he, regretting, spoke his only words
To say he’s sorry, and apologize

Their broken love seemed old and tottering
But sometimes all it needs
Is watering

= = = = =

Thanks to Dana Renee for this post. She has challenged me with the Five Photos, Five Stories Challenge: “Post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or a short paragraph and each day nominate another blogger for the challenge”.

I would like to nominate Everyone In The Known Universe* to participate in this challenge.

.

.

.

* I hereby plead “not guilty” of marginalizing anyone.

Amy’s really happy now,
And so should you be, too;

She broke away from old mistakes;
Manipulation, too

She packed their stuff and took her kids
And traveled far away

She dresses like she wants to dress now
Every day’s their day

She really likes the town, the job
The people, and then some

But most of all, she likes – no, loves –
The person
She’s
Become

= = = = =

Thanks to Dana Renee for this post. She has challenged me with the Five Photos, Five Stories Challenge: “Post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or a short paragraph and each day nominate another blogger for the challenge”.

I would like to nominate Sextus Empiricus* to participate in this challenge.

.

.

.

* He is free to turn me down, of course; and having been dead for over 2,000 years, he’s liable to.  I promise I’ll nominate someone for real very soon.

He’d ask her for her secret dreams
Then work to make each one come true
He’d paint the grass green, the sky blue…
How he would love
To love her like that

She’d lean on him at end of day
Her frame just lightly touching his
After they had some mountain climbed…
How he would love
To be loved like that

The love he longed for? So did she.
They climbed that mountain, touched that sky
Up where the grass is green for real…
How he would love
To make this last
Forever

= = = = =

** Thanks to  Dana Renee for this post. She has challenged me with the Five Photos, Five Stories Challenge: “Post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or a short paragraph and each day nominate another blogger for the challenge”. **

I will nominate someone in my next post…

The other toys think I’m insane
But I think I’m just bolder;
They want to stay home in their box
Until it gets much colder

But I take chances – here I am!
And no Bill of Attainder
Can keep me boxed up anymore
I am a summer reindeer

I stowed away in a beach bag
With flip-flops and some lotion;
I cannot say I care that much
For all this gull commotion

But I here I am beside the sea,
No Christmas toy has been here;
So score one for the little guy:
The fearless
Summer
Reindeer

= = = = =

** Thanks to  Dana Renee for this post. She has challenged me with the Five Photos, Five Stories Challenge: “Post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or a short paragraph and each day nominate another blogger for the challenge”. **

I will nominate someone soon…