Listening

For this week’s Quadrille at d’Verse Poets, we are to include the word sound.  I’m also sharing for the photo prompt at Mindlovesmisery’s Menagerie, although it is an old photo of mine.

Late at night
lying in bed
alone–waiting–
wishing we were
together again.
I strain to hear
the slightest sound,
a hint of presence:
your light breath
reaching across
the vast void to
caress my cheek,
if only to say
you still love me.

I Read

I’m hosting Saturday’s Mix at Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie today.  The challenge is to use a Homeric simile in our writing.  Here’s my feeble effort.  I am also sharing with Real Toads for their open link.

I read.

Like a man

at the verge of death,

lost–wandering

through the desert,

drinks with abandon

upon the appearance

of a sparkling spring

until he can take in

no more of the

life sustaining liquid,

so do I devour

the written word.

Word upon word,

page after page,

I gorge myself,

an attempt to satiate

my voracious appetite.

But to what avail?