Tag Archives: provence
under the bridge
Click here to hear the poet read his verse: under the bridge the sunlight dances in the stream like your sparkling eyes that so bewitch the springtime sky is golden blue and the shy moon hides under the bridge the … Continue reading
The Photographer – Sunday Photo Fiction
AnElephantCant walk a tight rope The idea quite frankly appals But squeeze him in a barrel And with no hint of a quarrel He happily plunges over the Falls This is a weekly invitation to write a short piece of … Continue reading
closed door
I remember the day that you left me and the last thing that I ever heard the door that you slammed behind you why didn’t you tell me you cared all the years that we spent together I thought you … Continue reading
solar flare
In his dream the car won’t start He tries it many times A sudden roar Then dead once more His frustration slowly climbs When he awakes it is still in his mind He sees his lap top sitting open Each … Continue reading
Wine Cellar – Friday Fictioneers
AnElephantCant always write a new rhyme Sometimes he can’t write anything useful at all Do you think he is wrong To steal words from a song When the bottles are not green and they do not hang on a wall … Continue reading
Flight of Fancy – Sunday Photo Fiction
AnElephantCant drive an aeroplane He is not designed to be a pilot He has got such big ears And from what he hears Pilots who fly lots quite often hit the high spots This is a weekly invitation to write a short piece … Continue reading
anchored
at the end of the pier rests an anchor ancient and huge and rusted a relic of an era sadly disappeared when I believed that your word could be trusted the buoys stretch on lines across the bay a plane … Continue reading
For Whom the Bell Tolls – Friday Fictioneers
AnElephantCant be on time this week His life does not fit into compartments So he apologises And as the sun rises He continues to search for a new apartment Once again it is Friday Fictioneer time. Where our appealing hostess … Continue reading
A Quiet Town – Haibun
AnElephantCant stand loud noises He even has a quite quiet and hushful trumpet There is no standing ovation When to his great consternation The giraffe next door acquires a drum kit A Quiet Town The fountain under the lights reflects … Continue reading