Solid gold

Bright and bold

The highlight of my day

In every single way

A master of connection

Sure fire bet for any election

Life of the party

The laughter hearty

Compassion sincere

Uprooting all fear

No regards for regret

No cause for you to fret

In hers my soul confides

In hers my peace resides...

a lamp that shows my eyes

those beads of shape and size

a bookcase filled with gold

hiding all the stories old

I’ve been to this place before

in dreams

in tales

of village lore

and never once I knew

the one the stories come from

is you...

There’s a golden chandelier that rests

Above the old man’s body

On twenty-first

Where lovers waltz

Above the place he died

Nobody came

To take him away

‘Till they knocked the building down

So he’s resting

In the dirt

Where the chandelier spins round...

Somewhere in the house, Bree slammed a door. Paul, Jr. was pacing in the dining room. Marybeth and Momma were doing something in the kitchen. Hands in her laps, head down, Aunt Dorie sat in Dad’s old recliner. She looked up and then back down flipping the gold coin in her fingers.

It was heavy, satisfyingly heavy. Marveling Aunt Dorie tossed the coin in her hand. The edge ridges were pristine. Th...

She was gold.

All of his life Prem had been surrounded by the cold tones of silver. His family crest, a cool grey star to match the namesake of his father, the Silverstar. Their house had been decorated with delicate white curtains intertwined with sparkling silver threads. All of the rings on his hand, gifts from each of his birthdays since he was five, were silver. Even the plates they ate on ...

If you need to know the time then a watch is a perfect companion. If what you need, however, is more time then you’ll be quite understanding of Kelly Hours current dilemma. Kelly is a businesswoman, well, aspiring one. As of now, she’s got the credentials but none of the experience. The only magazine she could pose for is one titled Simply There. Every workday, she finds herself wishing to be not...

I cried when he was born.

I held my wife’s hand as she became a mother. Moaning, then whimpers, and with a final last gasping scream she brought him into the world. Her cheeks were streaked with tears. Breathing, gasping, laughing, then with a final burst it was done. The hours of pain were done. She cried with the relief of it. I bent down, touched my forehead to hers. She smelled of sweat and st...

Don’t feel bad about guilt weary one,

Sigh only when you need time.

Our thoughts do leave us alone

And do our mind a crime.

Do not overthink little one,

Air your fears like rain.

Our cares are more than fun

And our loves not a bane.

Do not feel fear oh princess,

You stand taller then their cries.

Your tears will come less and less,

Reaching high into the skies

….

I know this is not the prompt ...

In the morning, she sees the golden sun rising outside her window. ‘What a beautiful start to my day?’ she thinks.

Before school, she dresses in a shiny gold dress and strappy gold heels. She smiles at her reflection in the mirror. ‘I look good in gold,’ she thinks.

At school, she admires the gold star at the top of her English paper. ‘I deserve this,’ she thinks.

After school, the team goes ou...

Pressure. Darkness. Solid. We found it in the mines of Calumn. Glittering like the sun once removed from the rock and brought to the light. But never enough.

Cold. Wet. Jostled. We found it in the rivers of Qatar’d. Glistening like the stars among the pebbles.

But never enough.

Aseptic. Beautiful. Still. She lays out of the path of time. Waiting like Oppy on Mars, for enough sunlight to come. G01D...