Liberation.

On an impulse she had taken the bus.

And landed at the beach, after office, thus.

He was touring and in another city

But wasting a lovely evening would be such a pity.

She walked barefoot, her work shoes in hand

As a gentle breeze toyed with an errant strand.

The setting sun painted the skies with its glow

And she reviewed her life like a rerun show .

Sweet nothings, caresses and happy tears ...

Changed to angry words , distances and niggling fears.

She casually glanced at folks nursing their sun downer

When she suddenly spied her touring out-of-towner !!

As she watched them holding hands and passionately kissing

Her feet turned cold and her disbelieving heart went missing.

Sick and dizzy as Betrayal took her on a choppy ride

She returned to Calm with the incoming tide.

Her throat was dry and her eyes a tear stained red.

But an inexplicable lightness swirled in her head.

Despair and anger gave way to a new emotion.

Changing the situation from Betrayal to Liberation.

For Writer's Island Prompts : Impulse / Betrayal / Liberation.

16th May 2008.

Faithful.

Faithful.

I thought ...Man and wife

Swearing eternal love for Life.

But people do change their mind.

Often leaving spouse and promises behind.

Faithful.

I thought ... a loyal dog.

For an approving look so willing to slog.

But they age so much faster

Often leaving behind a sorrowing master.

Faithful.

I thought ..so hard and long

Spouse nor dog , both were wrong.

For faithful to his very end

Is for a man ...HIS OWN END !!!

For from the moment that he is born

It is to Death that he is sworn.

Despite Life’s roller coaster ride

Death is ever faithful and by his side.

An indulgent smile allowing him his breath

Completely loyal , an all-knowing Death.

Do read "Dream state ...and The Awakening" for my take on the WI prompt "Fantasy" / 09 May 2008

http://la-muse07.blogspot.com/2008/03/dream-state.html

WI Prompt / 09 May 2008 : "FAITHFUL"

A Tigress.

Her glinting eyes a cold and steely grey

Watched him as if he were helpless prey.

Fear ran rivulets on his furrowed brow

He knew he had to escape the situation somehow.

Then Jack was nimble and Jack was quick

And Jack knew this was his last possible trick .

Like a vision it dawned, with a blinding flash

He yanked the wire in a sudden dash .

A twirl a cut a split a splice ..and it seemed ready.

Though her eyes darted, the expectant smile was steady.

His fumbling fingers tripped over the keys

Shaking and shivering like his jellied knees.

With a hesitant spurt as it spluttered to life

She slid to position like, through butter, a hot knife.

As the ferocious roar turned into a delighted purr

He seemed relieved at the lack of flying fur .

As her exuberant fingers hit the keyboard again

He tiptoed backwards and out of her den.

Out in the open, he sagaciously nodded his head

And a knowing smile on his face then spread.

He urged his bike to a sputtered kick start

And zoomed out of there with a relieved heart.

For he knew ........

Prolonged absence from the net makes people strange

Some go wild or some even dangerously derange !!

Writer's Island Prompt / 02 May 2008 : "FEROCIOUS".

Size does matter.....

“Outrageous”, I had screamed in quiet fury

Surveying the clothes strewn around in a hurry.

There had been such anticipation and sense of excitement

And that alluring black bustier had been a definite enticement.

He had stood expectantly , hanging on to my every word

He tried to reason and his eyes even implored.

But I stood my ground and looked at him with scorn.

And that once caring man was now my enemy sworn.

Taking a deep breath, I held it in till it hurt ...

And continued to resolutely zip up the velvet skirt.

My fingers quivered and my hand , it shook

I steeled myself to put in all the effort it took .

His words came back to me and I almost died

I lost my composure, then broke down and cried.

Feeling all exhausted and tired and spent

My reckless rebellion I sincerely did repent.

Now sorrowfully I would ask him to take back

The skirt that I had picked up off the rack .

For the store hand had been right

That god damn skirt was definitely too tight !!

Writer's Island Prompt / 25th April 2008 :" Outrageous"