On bended elbow it crawled toward me as
I beseeched for mercy. Cowered behind the towering shallows
lest it could read my mind.
Testing willpower to its limits, it played games… The dirty kind.

‘Resistance is futile.’ Its voice did say.

‘Why?’ asked I.

“Because… a Mars a day helps you work, rest and play.’

A bit tongue in cheek, but a fun one for:

dVerse #Meeting the Bar
G-Man’s Friday Flash 55


Yesterday there was no warmth
from the sun

It hung in the sky
with my mood.

But heart’s still roar
with flames
a courage, unheard

Yes, love is brave.

In the vast expanse
of never-ending
across silent airwaves
there is everything
and nothing
feelings surround
Permeate thoughts as
sponge absorbs liquid
to its hidden depths.

Her words fell
in warm rain
(I remember)
as tingles to waken
cold skin.

And now,
morning comes in blinking
with no apology
for yesterday
and I hear myself say
once again
‘Oh, yes’
to her insipid
flirtatious beams.


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