in

Love ItLove It

I am the twinkling light

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

the last of the light escaping and

racing around the room to alight

as if a butterfly. Bouncing off the walls to shatter

windows

and explode into

the colors of the spectrum

and

like a baby

with too much gas

and not enough milk

spraying outward. To stain

the last checkerboard

covering the pieces

except for the queen

as the chess match ends.

The last ray of light

now purple

fades to black

as the curtains close.

  • Memories flood us sometimes, right?

    • Yes
    • No

What do you think?

16 points
Legend

Written by DocAndersen

I am a long time blogger and technology poster.I focus on what is possible, but I also try to see what is coming. In recent years I have been focused on sharing the memories of my family, as part of my Family History Project.

19 Comments

Leave a Reply

Leave a Reply