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Saturday, October 31, 2009

Adventure for Sunday Scribblings

Sunday Scribblings prompts: Adventure

This Broom is Parked

the gate is locked
drapes drawn tight
no bulbs leak light

I huddle in the dark
under a warming throw
adventure's lost its spark

a box of candy in my lap
I savor each and every bite
chocolate surprise delights

the candy box is empty
procrastination wins
old ghouls left without me

Fractal created in Apophysis.


ThomG said...

there's something oddly sad about this. It's great, but I feel something. Sadness.


Miss Demure Restraint said...

I like this perhaps because I too have hidden, lights out, taking delight in an ordinary "sin."

I like this poem.

murat11 said...

I love the title, and all that goes with it. I hear the sadness ThomG hears, but there's a looking back, a warmth, and wonderful chocolate to hold it all.

Granny Smith said...

And I was too sleepy to stay awake last night. This a wonderful match of fractal and verse - and, as ThomG said - a little sad.

Jennifer Hicks said...

wonderful expression of what I read as the need for basic comfort in place of adventure.
thank for sharing.

Heliotropism said...

Sad, yes. Delightful, yes. But I see where the adventure lies... in the box of chocolates. :) Very nicely written!

Shraddha@theselfloveproject said...

a true adventure indeed..ambivalence..can be an adventure..

jaerose said...

I could really picture this piece. Very atmospheric (and topical) jae :)

SandyCarlson said...

I like that very much. What a way to spend the holiday.