Moleskine Madness...Seven and Five!

The window was open and a soft cool breeze fluttered into the room.

She turned in the bed and he was gone.

He had left. She looked at the clock.

It was three. Three in the morning.

And he was gone.

She was disappointed and upset.

He usually stayed until five when the baby woke up.

She liked it when he looked in on her and the baby.

It gave her the feeling of being complete.

That wouldn't happen this morning.

Have a sneaky Sunday!

Moleskine Madness...U Little Imp!

It was possibly the smallest visitor that he ever had in the house.

Barely three feet and three inches tall in its stocking feet.

But, it never wore stockings. Or clothes of any sort.

Nothing but those peculiar horned rim glasses.

That made it look professorial and partially like a beatnik 

that had awoke on the floor in some bohemian flat.

Also it only spoke in riddles. 

Confusing rhymes that were like a religious chant.

Most importantly and unpredictably, he had accepted it.

This bizarre houseguest, as a friend.

Have a salty Saturday!

Moleskine Madness....Big Times!

He looked at the sardines on his plate.

They had been swimming happily out in the blue green deep tides.

Only hours before.

Now they were on his plate.

Just protein and minerals. A dead carcass.

And he would eat them.

He looked around at the other patrons in the cafe.

Would he eat them?

Or would they eat him?

He took a sip of his wine.

Perhaps if he lived to a ripe old age; the grapevine would eventually feed on him.

Just protein and minerals. A dead carcass.

Have a fearless Friday!

Moleskine Madness...Boiled Prunes!

If she ever changed her mind.

He would take her back.

If she ever changed her mind.

She knew it and her mind was closed and locked.

Even the memories were fading as she moved through her life.

Thinking of the fat happy grandchildren in her future.

But, he knew that when the time came; the end of her time came.

As her fat happy grandchildren kissed her goodbye.

One day in her future, her last thoughts would be of him.

And the regret that she never changed her mind.

And that he would have taken her back.

And forward.

Have a thought-provoking Thursday!

Moleskine Madness...Plein Air!

The images were only representational illusions of things that had past.

Widows, orphans, and dogs that were lost. 

Unfounded. Unbounded. Unpounded.

Only the image remained.

And that would be gone too. One day. Some day.

Where did they live?

What did they eat?

Whom did they love?

Winds and train whistles blow sweet somber serenity into the lonely night.

Have a witty Wednesday!