Dark Angel for earthweal

At age of five became I blindBad nerves to blame that made me screamCursed I our God for act unkindYet all, my friend, ’twas not as seemed The act upon heaped thoughts unkindTurned out to have a brighter themeThrough haunts did stray the other fiveTo caves of dreams with golden seams Each night I searched…

#FFFC 73 — “It’s time.”

She stopped sleeping after the accident. Snippets of unconsciousness replaced it. Never enough snippets. Her neighbor told her about a woman who could cure through hypnosis. At first Missy was skeptical, but when weeks turned into months without the rejuvenating respite of sleep, she was willing to try anything. Missy called and set up an…

Doodads — not garden pictures

This will be random sayings, thoughts, and a dream. Dotty in the Sun I walked near Dotty where she slept in the sun and petted her in passing.  She rolled onto her back and laid there, inert, relaxed and happy. I remember the first time I saw her, curled in a tight ball on top…

What do you see # 31 — The Last Nightmare

  Every night it is the same. In my dream I find myself on a dark pathway in a foggy night forest, moving towards an eerie-looking house with a single light in the upstairs window. I am petrified but unable to stop my feet from walking up to the front door. It appears to be…

dVerse — dreamland

Dreams are messages from home. –Clarissa Pinkola-Estes Vines string the pathway of Ethereal mist day, softened Songs of gentian butterflies Silvery wings of faeries Enormous sunflowers Lily pads; leaping leopard frogs Ogling bunnies with twitchy noses Fine fern fronds fondle furry ears Yarrow sway with rose mallow On a spongy marsh ledging Umbrellas glide, held…

It’s Showtime! (mature audiences only)

image link You know those nights you find yourself in the middle of a dream that you can’t wake up from and have no control over? I found myself in one and it is by the grace of God that my story is reaching your eyes. I was with my friends, Irma and Myra, walking…

#FF — Swallowed Whole

PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz Every time, the dream was the same. She was piloting a small seaplane. Looking down she saw the ripples on the lake. She had a flawless landing. Exhilirated, the plane was moving towards the floating dock as the smiling resort staff walked towards her. All of a sudden a slimy…