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June’s Arrival

June’s Arrival.  LC. 2016 ©

Beads of sweat cascade
like a waterfall from my
forehead. Bees buzz!
Foreign invaders sing songs.
Airplanes make tracks in the sky.
Sweet children laughing.
Summer has arrived–
no more school!


This month’s poem. Hope you enjoyed it!

I missed May! Oops!


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The Dream

The Dream.


I wake from my dream with a sudden jolt. My ears echo with loud rumbles of thunder that angrily threaten to shake me from bed. The hardwood floor reverberates in agreement with the thunder with each step, as I gingerly climb out of my warm nest of covers.

Stealing a glimpse of the storm from the bay window, flashes of lightning assault the night sky, as the rain sails down the glass in wild streaks. Lively black clouds expel large amounts of hail. The wind picks up singing a wild tune.

This is only the beginning of what is to come. Annie told me in the dream, but the ending was abrupt. The clues.. Oh, Annie!

“Come back to bed. It’s late.” Max groans glancing at the clock. As he rubs his eyes, taking in the sight of his lover. Sitting perched beside the window like a frightened bird. Both arms wrapped around her waist tightly enveloped in her rope. Like a present, he would have to unwrap.

“I can’t, Max. It’s not the storm this time. It was the same dream. All over again.” I lazily confess as I look for any clue from my dream. I am captivated by the storm. How the darkness has swallowed the night, and nothing remains. Tensely I rub my arms up and down my shoulders.

“I know she is trying to tell me something. Warn me of something. Only I don’t know what. She only leaves me clues. She was the one who was good at puzzles. Not me!”

I start to pace. “You must think I am crazy!”  I whisper. Stealing a side glance at Max. His brown hair crazy, rumpled on his head. I feel bad for waking him. My attempt to tip-toe failed. His eyes tired and red.

“Crazy! Why would I think you are crazy! You lost your best friend, Kel. I know you grieve her loss deeply with all your heart, and soul. You were like sisters !!” He walks over to the bay window, and encloses me in his warm embrace.

“I am here for you no matter what, Kel. Whatever and whenever. You know it’s about time we talked about who needs to move in with whom.” His blue eyes pierce my soul as he gazes into my eyes saying this because I know he means it. His soft lips brush mine. The kiss is both reassuring, and sweet.

“Now can we go to bed dear woman? We both have work in the morning” He teases. His voice husky. He arranges the tangled mess of covers neatly as if sleep was the only goal he has in mind. The storm still roaring outside causes the lights to flicker. “I promise I will keep you safe.” He winks.

I am lost looking in the clouds. The way the lightning flashes intensely. “Annie, please send more clues. If you are trying to tell me something, find another way.”


“Huh? Oh! Yes, I think we can. It was only a dream, right?” I say half-smiling. I climb into bed once appearing more carefree, and lay my head on his shoulder. Hoping I dream tonight.

Work in progress. Stories can be difficult. But they will get easier.

Feel free to let me know what you think,



Posted in Blogging, Writing

Day of the Week-Prompt


Stew was running late for work! “7 AM! I didn’t hear the alarm go off!” Stew griped. Reluctant to leave his fortress of warm blankets, he retracted the black covers making a bee-line for the bathroom. On the way tripping over clothing, books, electronics, unused sports equipment, as his studio-apartment was a maze only he could navigate.

He could hear his mother in the back of his mind, “You will never land your future wife living in that mess of an apartment. Are you going to bring your date back to a mess like that? You will scare her away! You need to clean it up, Stew. A man your age should be married. You have a career. You need someone to share it all with.”

Tossing yesterday’s take-out in the trash on the way, he made a mental note to take his mother’s advice. Maybe he would start cleaning the place up a bit. The place needed some color. Some good vibes. But not today.

Sleepily, he hurried to throw cold water on his face. “No time to shower.” He thought sarcastically. Staring back at his somber deep-set blue eyes with a curious sparkle of black, he considered skipping brushing his teeth. Grabbing his toothbrush from vanity, he slathered on the toothpaste. He knew Sophia wouldn’t dream of going on a date with him, and his dragon breath.

Then again– Who would want to date a 6’2  Mortician? “A corpse has a better chance of getting a date with Sophia than I do.” Stew mused clumsily throwing on clothes. Looking in the mirror in disbelief, his hair is sticking up straighter than a skunks tail.

“My hair! I forgot to comb my hair!” He shrieked. Slicking it down with his hands.

“No time to pack lunch! I gotta go!  Already 15 minutes late! Goodbye 666 Mundane Lane!” Stew yelled slamming the door.

This is Monday. When I am hung-up and cannot get moving, I am going to work on days of the week. It was a fun prompt!

I am working at fiction.

Comments are encouraged lovely readers.



Posted in Poetry

The Fool.

The Fool.

© 2016 LC

Your soul was dark as the night,

reflected in your captivating eyes.

Haunting me. ..

Bending my soul to your will.

I was enchanted by your spell.

Fooled by loves wiles.

Thinking I could teach you love,

and melt the icy exterior of your heart.

How wrong was I!

A fool for thinking your heart could beat, again.

I could show you love, make you feel it.

However, you would never truly grasp it.

Feel it.

Hungry kisses. Stolen moments. Are nothing.

Without love. A beating heart.

Truly. For me.



Posted in Poetry

Lurking in the Shadows.

Lurking in the Shadows.

© L.C.

Shadows you have deployed upon my soul,

Although I cannot explain the phenomenon.

Even though you are gone, you have imprinted upon my heart.

Placing sadness upon memories that replay.

Here. There. Where your touch is like satin upon my skin.

Yet, I cannot explain the mix of emotions.

Neatly tucked away. I hate you. I do.

Yes, it is easier to hate than to love.

Especially when someone hurt you so much.


Inspired by a television show. You can find inspiration anywhere!


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A Poem for April.

A Poem for April.

©LC 2016

Sheets of rain falling—

Like invaders from the sky.

The rain will soon end…


Flurries tomorrow.

They said, “Soon it will be Spring!”

Wake up sun! Bees buzz!


April be ashamed—

Of this weather, you inflict.

You have one job, ONE!

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A Long Winter’s Nap- Poem- 50 Word Challenge.

A Long Winter’s Nap.

L.C. © 2016

Another long winter– passed.

The chill still clings to my bones.

I cannot awaken from this dismal dream.

How far down the rabbit hole did I go?

Stuck! I am stuck! I cannot wake up.

The world beneath my feet continues to spin.

Out-of-control. But this will not last.

Life is never as depressing as it seems.