Calm Stories

My soul stills, No waves of emotions. The waters are smooth, Without ripples.  There’s a softness, Yet sadness as well.The moon casts his shadow, Across the surface. Light breaking through, Still no movement.Just calmness. Will I drift into oblivion? Or feel the beating of my soul, Coming back, As the shore calls me home? Will the moon follow?Or concentrate, On what is still in the night? As I ponder, On what is, I call o...

Her voice called to me stirring the treesSinging softly and sweetly in fall's gentle breezeEnveloped I was found in a comforting bouquetThe fragrant scent of her soul beckoned me to stayIllumined by the late slanting afternoon sun Her light touched my eyes, I had nowhere to runPresently unaware, I watched as she slippedFrom the edge descending, my heart faltered and skippedBy the good grace and timely fortune of fateIn th...

His hand reaches across me. The belt brushes my already warm bottom. I feel it pull away, I block everything out. It is the only way to endure the pain. I feel the sting, the end on the far side of my left cheek, right in the middle of my bottom. His aim is perfect. The next one just below the first. He has a pattern he uses. The third will be above the first. Then the sit spot, that is the spot where your bottom curves t...