Life blindness

I fumble along in the darkness seeing with my fingertips along the damp, cold and jagged walls.

My heart pounds in my ears drowning out the echo of the soft crunch below my feet.

The warmth of my breath is quickly sucked into the cold air around me and the dampness collects on my arms and coating my goosebumps.

My hands find different paths I could take that each lie silently in the dark secretly hiding what ease or trepidations may be found within.

~*~ Jennilee LC ~*~ (8/1/11)

shattered

You stand before me
eye to eye
and I look away
to clear my blurry vision.
When I turn back
you are gone.

I hear a crash
and bits of shattered
glass fall all around me.
I stop to pick up a piece
and a smear of blood
forms on my hand.

Meticulously I stack
the broken pieces
one on top of another
as a ray of morning sun
illuminates the pile
scattering prisms everywhere.

~*~ Jennilee LC ~*~ (2/4/11)

a chill

As I glance at the pages of the book, a face on the page catches my eye.
The image allows vivid memories of another time and of days long lost to escape from the dungeon of my memory.
We were once so close.

A time of closeness has now been replaced by distance.
Enough time has passed to no longer know your face.
Could I pass right by you tomorrow and not know you were there
like two ghosts who pass and leave behind just a chill in the air?


~*~ Jennilee LC ~*~ (4/30/2007)

a tiny snippet from another (longer) work I have been working on

"Jake just decided to go upstairs into his room and lie on the bed so that he could sit next to his window. He didn't know what it was about thunderstorms, but they always made him just want to sit and think. He had always loved them. He liked to just sit by the window and stare off into the sky to watch the lightning. In his mind he imagined that up above the clouds far beyond what he could see there were beings that had fun by throwing down their bolts of lightning to see who could throw the brightest and fastest one. After they threw theirs down, there was a judge up above who would let them know which he liked best by the noise he made. If he thought the lightning was especially good he would make a noise so loud that the houses below would quake as the sound of the boom rolled over the hills of the earth."


~*~ Jennilee LC ~*~

Time

Slowly I sit back and watch it drift by.
Many have tried to stop it, but it just seeps through their fists.
It never hesitates it just pounds on with its steady constant rhythm
bringing us tomorrow and leaving us yesterday.

~*~Jennilee LC~*~ (4/30/07)