Flash 55

Sulking’s such a silly game -
But folks will play it. What a shame!
I'd rather hear a stamp and shout
from one who chooses to opt out,
than see them pull inside their shell,
like a snail. I know full well
they'll have to poke their fat heads out
once they stop their sulking bout!

 Mr Knowitall will have more 55's for you to read this Friday...

In Tandem #4

This image of Jinksy's made my thoughts turn to the garden, and this was the eventual result...

Intermingled

A honeysuckle twines

and plaits its way

through jasmine,

smoke bush,

lavender,

hibiscus.

Foliage and flowers

flourish here,

with scant respect

for others boundaries.

They Intermingle,

managing to grow

with minimum of fuss.

No fight for food,

for space,

for light,

appears to stunt their growth.

The flower kingdom

lives its days in peace,

with only nature's laws

to shape its fate.

Open Link Night #3

The Play's The Thing

Dream shadows stalk the paths of night
like trespassers. They infiltrate our minds
and tell us stories we would wish to leave
unheard. Our free will bows to honour sleep,
and sleep is quick to gather in the reigns,
driving us towards its chosen goal.
There, we act a part we have not learned,
have not rehearsed, yet we deliver lines
because we find ourselves at centre stage.
We have no script as guide, but improvise
as best we can in every nightmare play.

Written for d'verse  in the wee small hours of the morning.