Simple Sonnet

Twice Life Refused

As I to you believed in your ability

That fleeting power of self sacrifice…

Then I did hope yourself would you commit to me

When life itself not death- presented twice

Two lives entwined we could as lovers be

No death could o’ertake our hearts and minds

But you reject the possibility

That mortals could toge’er happiness find

As You to I confessed your inability

That e’er present ‘xcuse of mortal birth

Saying strengths were not what once you held them be

But I knew that you could not see my worth

Now I alone in solitude do live

Lacking what you once refused to give

Just a little poem

Random Reality

Frogs can’t swallow with their eyes open

Its true

Sometimes I wonder if they are afraid to swallow reality

Not having to look it in the eye makes it go down easier

In the average lifetime, a person will walk the distance of 5 times around the equator

Its true

How ironic that we should go so far and never get anywhere

Maybe we don’t like the reality that we don’t know what’s out there

Cats sleep 16 to 18 hours per day.

Its true

I wonder if they want to sleep the day all the way away

To dream in subconcious reality seems so much more appealing

It took Leo Tolstoy six years to write "War & Peace"

Its true

When you finish, you are done and have to see what you wrote

Maybe like the frog he was afraid to look

The king of hearts is the only traditional king of cards without a moustache

Its true

But what does it matter

Some truth doesn’t add much to reality, but at least it’s real

So look at it sometime.

Look at reality,

And see what you see.

Lace A. Narrator

Monday's Minute Challenge

Elena

 Maxiel twirled the mask around his finger. “It’s lovely isn’t’ it?”

“No! Stop!” Sara cried, reaching for the mask that had been her mothers.

“Oh stop now, I won’t break it, it’s much too valuable for that. I just plan to keep it. How does that sound?”

The girl kept reaching, but she was barely half the height of the tall man. Tears streamed relentlessly down her face. The mask was all the memory she had. It was all she had period. No home, no family, not even a dress but the one she was wearing.
“You’re going to be trouble aren’t you,” the man sneered. He twirled the mask one last time, its brilliant jewels flashing in the sun before he tucked it away in his coat. He smiled cruelly and grabbed Sara by the wrist.

“Ow! Stop it, help!” she cried pitifully.

Maxiel shushed her and tossed her into a rusty discarded animal cage. He slammed the door and propped up a bucket from the pile of rubbish against it. “Now…’stay,’” he laughed. The villain turned around and stroked his fingers over the mask-Elena’s mask. 14 years he had searched for it. Elena had run far away, so far he couldn’t get to her until now, after she was long dead. He wondered how she had hidden all those years, what fear must have always been in those blue eyes. He was a fool to ever have loved her…married her. Stupid emotions and their fickle nature.

Sara whimpered in the cage trying to calm the tears spilling from her crystal blue eyes. “Let me go…” she gasped, but Maxiel acted as though he hadn’t heard.

Suddenly another voice entered the alley.

“Let my daughter go, Max,” Elena demanded, her blue eyes glinting.

Lace A. Narrator