I am a Storyteller, first and foremost. This is my blog for poetry, prose, stories, excerpts of my novels and videos. Life poetry, prophetic poetry, poetry for all genres. I think you'll find yourself here if you read long enough.
I am a Storyteller, first and foremost. This is my blog for poetry, prose, stories, excerpts of my novels and videos. Life poetry, prophetic poetry, poetry for all genres. I think you'll find yourself here if you read long enough.
Pointless
ReplyDeleteI happened upon her, in my pointless wandering, sitting on the bank of the shore staring out across this large expanse of deep-blue water as the sun is setting. She seems so lost in thought, possibly thinking of someone who’s in her life, or perhaps what lies across the ocean waiting for her on the other side.
I stand there a ways back watching her; she’s become my main attraction!
“What’s on her mind?” I asked myself. “Is she longing muchly for the love and the strong arms of a man who can hold her with such an un-breakable hold and yet be gentle with her? Is she gambling, with her heart out on the line, waiting for that certain tug from that someone who will come along and swiftly whisk her up and wrap his arms around her waist as she leans her back against his chest, slowly turning and laying her head on his shoulder?”
“What could she possibly be thinking?” I ask myself!
I continue to watch her while her dark hair, reaching almost to the small of her back, gently sways with the breeze and falls lackadaisically as she sits there like a mermaid waiting for an unsuspecting sailor to sail by and hear her siren’s song and lure him to the shore.
“Is she longing for someone who will come along and take her somewhere, or maybe home?”
I slowly walk toward her perceptibly, inch by inch, sequentially, step by step, easily as my heart, with each step, beats faster. “I must know the answers to my questions!” I tell myself as my breathing becomes shallow and rapid as the upper part of my lungs are drawn in to the rising action leading to the moment.
Standing there behind her, I look down at her ready to burst with anticipation. “How will she respond to me?” I ask myself.
Quietly and softly she turns and looks up at me. She smiles and languidly blows me a kiss.
“My love,” she says, “I’ve been here waiting for you. I knew you’d show up. Sit here beside me and let me tell you how my day went!”
“Then tell me all about it” I say to her, “and then let’s go home “When This Story Ends.”
El fin
awwwww...you wrote a story!!!! sweet ❣💓
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