Poetry – writing prompt

Source: Unknown

Crisp clean lines

Scrawled across the paper

Images of beauty

Tranquillity

Death and renewal

What ends

Will begin again

Different in all but one

No matter how long you fight it

Rant and rave against it

Ignore what is so plain to see

Life moves forever forward

Do not dismiss the beauty around you

Revel in it

For tomorrow is another day

The beauty different

Wonders to take in

Process

Put to paper

What the eye sees

The soul feels

And the heart hears

Be it a sweet song

Or tradgey

Copyright © 2017 Heidi Barnes

This is from a prompt on Writing Outside the lines

Breathe

breathe
Desktop Nexus: Breathe

Breathe
before it’s to late
Breathe
allow the chaos to abate
Breathe
I will wait
Breathe
Whatever it takes
try to remember
when your world starts to break
Breathe

Copyright 2016 Heidi Barnes

Love’s Sacrifice – part 10

Shape of my heart
Desktop Nexus: Shape of my heart

I do not care
his sins.
They have no hold
over me,
nor will they
have any hold
over him.
I choose him.
To hold him,
love him,
free him.
Take your token,
keep your promise.
I chose to embrace darkness
so he can see the light
within.

Copyright 2016 Heidi Barnes

This is a poem/story that came to me while driving and listening to Phil Collin’s, In the Air Tonight. Where it has seemed to take on a mind of it’s own, as with all stories, that firs initial push to write furiously has slowed down. So I will post as soon as my stewing and listening to the song repeatedly give me inspiration. If you have just found this story, here is the link to Part 1. I hope you enjoy.:)

Part 9  <—>  Part 11

I Will Survive

beautiful ballet
Source: Desktop Nexus ‘Beautiful Ballet’

 

Fluid in movement
Reaching towards the heavens
Searching for something
Elusive
Praying for miracles
Never to be given
Weeping in the darkness
While flames lick my skin
Scorching
Burning away sins unnamed
Chaos threatening to
Overwhelm
Turning away
Spurning love
Unworthy
While secretly yearning
Whispering in dawn awakening
Despite odds overwhelming
No time left
Decision made
I will fight
I will be victorious
I will survive

Copyright 2016 Heidi Barnes

Come Find Me – Prompt #52

boat
Image: Suzanne Carey

 

Lost
Forgotten
Waiting for that someone
the right one
to come find me.
Waiting as the weeds grow
around me
through me
covering me until no one
can see me.
Until all that is left
are the memories of a once glorious
life.
A life filled with joy
sorrow
a little fear
and a lot of love.
Come find me
and together we will fill our memories
with all that is good
and bad
and a little in between.
Come find what is lost
before it is all forgotten
in the misty
hazy
vacuum of
time.

Copyright 2016 Heidi Barnes

This is prompt #52 from the website Writing Outside the Lines.

A Doorway Home – FWF

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Source: Unknown

 

The winter had been long and I was tired of it. Tired of it all. The bitter cold, the sleeping outside, the loneliness, and never knowing if I was going to live one day to the next let alone through the night. This war seemed to have gone on forever. The killing, the fighting, the disease, the death. If something didn’t change soon I couldn’t promise that I wouldn’t walk away from it all. I didn’t even know what we were fighting for anymore. The reason seemed to have gotten lost over the years. Now…well now I was tired.

We were walking through the woods on our way to a small town that was rumored to have a safe house for those who wish for a warm bed and good food without fear of being shot. It did not matter what side you were on, everyone was welcomed. The one condition was no fighting. When you stepped through the threshold you left the war outside. A little piece of heaven in my world of hell.

Neither of us talked. My buddy was just as tired as I was. So it was with a profound silence that we trudged through the damp woods, each of us praying that we had enough strength to make it to our destination. I was about to call for a break when we broke through the treeline into a clearing. What we saw sitting in the middle stopped us in our tracks.

The deep rich mahogany was a stark contrast to the dead vegetation around it. At first glance the instrument look pristine, but as I squinted at it, still not sure I was seeing what I was seeing, I began to see scratches and dings. The big question that I knew was also running through my buddies mind was, what the hell was a piano doing out in the middle of nowhere?

Looking at my friend, I raised my eyebrows in question. He answered with a shrug of his shoulders. He had no clue either. Being we were in enemy territory, silence was the key to survival. This could also be a trap, but it had been so long since I had heard the sound of something as beautiful as music I could not resist the temptation the piano. Pulling my gun from my shoulder, I motioned my friend to follow. Grimacing he did as I asked.

Step by step we slowly made our way to the piano, each of us scanning the ground and treeline for any sign of danger, our rifle butts tightly against our shoulders, our fingers ready to squeeze the trigger at the moment danger reared it’s ugly head. When we reached the piano, my friend kept his rifle at the ready as I lowered mine and studied the piano for boobytraps. When nothing seemed amiss I motioned for him to that is was clear. Still vigilant, he moved closer to, glancing down as I slowly opened the lid to reveal the ivory keys. Unlike the rest of the piano that, on closer inspection, obviously had been sitting out in the elements for some time, the keys were pristine, the white and black shining in the waning light. I reached out to push one of the keys. His hand shot out stopping me. Pursing his lips he shook his head, clearly not wanting me to touch them. I saw his reasoning. On the outside it looked innocent enough, but on the inside…. Motioning him to stand back, I moved to the side and put my hand on the top of the piano. Taking a deep breath for courage, I slowly lifted the lid. When nothing exploded in our faces we both heaved a sigh of relief. Looking inside I did not see anything wrong. Quietly closing the lid I smiled that everything was fine.

Frowning, my friend once again moved to my side. We still had no clue as to why this piano was sitting in the middle of a clearing in the middle of the woods in the middle of nowhere. Again I reached out and touched one of the keys. To my surprise, the soft sound was in key. Moving so I was centered, I placed both hands on the keys and ran a sequence of chords. Every one of them were in key. I looked at my friend in surprise and again all he did was shrug. Unable to help myself I played a little tune my mother had taught me at a young age. One that always brought back memories of apple pie and milk. Of sitting around the table with family and friends laughing and eating. Memories I thought long buried under death and destruction. Suddenly the world did not seem like such a dark and dismal place. Suddenly I realized that one day I will have that warm safe feeling again. I would make sure of it.

My friend tapped me on the shoulder. Glancing at him, he pointed with his chin across the clearing, his rifle once again in his hands. Looking where he pointed, a small child stood at the edge of the clearing watching us. With a motion of his hand to follow, he disappeared into the trees. Curious as to why there was a child alone in these dangerous woods, we cautiously followed. Maybe he was the trap. Even so, leaving a small child alone and unprotected did not sit well with either of us.

What we found shocked us. The piano was not a trap, but a test. If we just passed it by without touching it we would be allowed to pass unharmed. If we destroyed it then we too would have been destroyed. By playing it, we showed those who were watching that we might be able to be trusted with the biggest secret of this unending war. That we could be brought home.

Copyright 2016 Heidi Barnes

This is to a response to Kellie Elmore’s FWF prompt on her website Magic in the Backyard.

A New Year

For me the holidays end the day after Christmas. Two months of shopping, eating, parties and I can finally breathe a sigh of relief. Don’t get me wrong. I love the holidays! But as with eating turkey, at the end I am good until next November. Since the kids have grown we don’t do a whole lot for New Years. Usually sit in and watch it on T.V. and that is fine by me. I’m not big into freeze my patootie off for hours to see lights in the air. Now all that is left is putting the decorations and tree away. I’ll give it a couple of more days though.

So the new year begins and most everyone makes their new years resolution to have something done by the end of the year. I’ve done this many times, and not once have I manage to keep it. So now I all I want is a year full of happy memories with my family and friends. If I lose weight, yeah for me! Now for the one project I do need to work on and finish. My new novel Fated to Be book 2 of the Destiny series. Since I have this week off I am going to work on it as much as I can.

For those whose new year starts January 1st Happy New Year and may you have some semblance of peace and happiness. I know there is a lot of strife in this world of ours, but try and find something that makes you smile, no matter how small it is. It’s amazing how even the smallest spark of hope can make your day a much better day. Find it, hold onto for all its worth and maybe spread a little of it around to make someone else smile, even if it’s just for a moment in time.

Heidi

Home

You stepped away
Only for a moment in time,
Yet it seems like a lifetime ago
That you held me in your arms
Telling me you love me,
That you will never leave me
No matter what life throws are way.
Giving me the security that only
Unconditional love can give.
Then a stranger took it all way.
Yet as I crave the safety of your arms,
The soothing sound of your voice,
I still feel that you are here,
Watching over me
Protecting me as you promised
So many time before.
And I know that one day
I will once again feel your arms around me
Hear your voice promising me that
You will always be there for me.
That I will once again be
Home.

© 2015 Heidi Barnes