Category Archives: Prose

Bobby Moonlight

Bobby Moonlight what’s behind the doorhiding underneath the bedwhite whiskers and fur I can see your eyeslike a starry summer nightglowing like the moon heaven knows I triedbribing with treats and catnipyou hunker down low I’ll see you at dawnmy little Bobby Moonlightuntil then, sweet dreams Colleen Keller Breuning © 2020November 20, 2020 We areContinue reading “Bobby Moonlight”

Mourning Has Broken

Mourning Has Broken She clasps secret old love lettersin her weathered, frail handsraises them to face, inhaling deepthe faint scent of old spice and must. She wades amidst turbulent watersthe sound of waves crashingthe music of the years gone bytumbling through her mind. Time and fate take their toll,and the mourning has broken.Too many memoriesContinue reading “Mourning Has Broken”

Cloud Hopper

Cloud Hopper The skies gleamed with crystal blue persuasion, beckoning me to the water’s edge. I stared in wonder as the seagulls frolicked and dipped into the sea. Wispy cirrus clouds floated by at a leisurely pace, and I longed to touch them. A slight breeze stirred, and the crash of the breakers called toContinue reading “Cloud Hopper”

Shadows of My Father ~ The Poem and The Book

Shadows of My Father As a child, I walked through the park hand in hand with my father. Brimming with energy and innocence, I played a game of hide and seek, jumping into his enormous shadow. My elfin figure was gobbled up by his lumbering adumbration, stretching long across the path illuminated by the springtimeContinue reading “Shadows of My Father ~ The Poem and The Book”

King of the Road

Blogophilia 15.4 Topic: “Sheer Madness” Bonus Points: (Hard, 2pts): incorporate an animal with fur other than a sloth (Easy, 1pt): include the Samba .. Final date to post: June 14th, 2011 GMT midnight Final date to post ALL GUESSES: June 11th, 2011 GMT midnight King Of The Road Yo, my peeps! It’s Tommy the cat,Continue reading “King of the Road”

Paradise

Paradise A balmy breeze ruffled the palm trees as they lay in the sun, in the sanctuary of their wooden cabana.  The gentle surf tumbled and pushed forth, leaving ripple marks in the sugar soft sand.  Overhead, black-headed seagulls dipped, scolded and cried out to their mates, landing on the barrier rocks searching for food. Continue reading “Paradise”