Writing Prompt

After reading the first entry in the Captain’s Log, Lily was so distraught, and confused, she did not have the heart, nor the mental constitution to continue reading.  There was just too much of ‘incredible’ to absorb, in a single sitting, her mind spun, ached, with endless whiplash over this, and that.

Upon closing the scarlet leather logbook, a folded piece of parchment, fell from its mellowin...

Find me down the garden path and walk the same steps that I have.

Feel the warm rays that touched my sunkissed skin.

Smell the sweet honeysuckle that soothed my aching lungs.

Tune in to the melody of the chirping birds that caressed my idle ears.

Graze your hands across the soft petals that stroked my fingertips, as light as feathers.

Feel your body buzzing with the life that flooded my sense...

Find me down the garden path

I’ll be waiting, my fingers tapping nervously against my thighs

I’ll roll my shoulders back, hoping to loosen the tightness beneath the shoulder pads of this rental tux

Find me down the garden path

Standing next to my brother

Risking a glance across the aisle to your best friend, wondering if she’ll have the same tell tale signs of oncoming tears in your her eyes

Find...

And where do I go,

So lowly and soft,

To cabins abroad,

Where history fell;

And how will I know,

That you have not gone,

When you are not here,

To cradle my thoughts?

By moonshiners’ still,

And hollers n’ broke,

The willows shall weep,

For my gone, done love

When he cannot go,

to the long left road;

Where lingered there, I,

‘Til present drove ‘way....

The flowers here are gorgeous, aren’t they? You know my father, his name is known here in this town. Famous for his mulch, his compost, his magical soil. Family secrets, they say. I know them all of course. Well, wouldn’t you like to know? No, no, I can’t give you a hint! Just admire what you’re seeing. Be grateful you’re here, through this archway. The trees here are hundreds of years old. They’r...

Find me down the garden path….

What will I find there?

A love that has always abandoned me?

The truth that always seems to trickle out of my grasp?

A whisper in my ear of a wonderful life before me?

Unless there is no one at the end of this garden path.

Unless life is devoid of love in it’s purest form.

Unless life is just a cloth stitched from lies.

Unless life is just waiting for me to ...

The girl stood at the end of the garden, staring at all the wondrous flowers and unique bushes that she’d never seen before.

She hummed herself a soft tune as she waited patiently, something in her mind almost knowing that someone would be showing up in her garden soon.

After a few moments she heard the sound of footsteps coming towards her and she turned to see her mother.

“Mama you’ve found m...

No my love, don’t say there’s so many paths,

It’s just one path,

that path is me.

My love seek the signs of nature,

wander through the grass.

Take the most beautiful flower from the ground,

And hand it over to your Queen.

Yes there will be dragons,

yes there will be trouble,

but my love,

follow your heart.

just like the smells of an aroma.

look to your right,

look towards your left,

find me with t...

Down the garden path

I am away from your wrath.

Sweet scents of floral delights

Fill me with peace, it ignites.

My mind is clear;

No hint of darkened fear.

Down the garden path

Life is calm, like a bubbly bath....

Find me down the garden path,

Where shadows twist and roses cry,

Where sunlight meets the aftermath

Of whispered thoughts that drift and die.

A labyrinth of tangled mind,

Where thorns and blooms together grow,

And fragile hearts are intertwined

With fears that only silence knows.

In this realm, the sky is gray,

A tapestry of endless doubt,

Where dreams like ghostly specters play,

And echoes of t...