Little Fears Sunday Collaboration

Peter's House

A big thank you to Peter for coming up with this Sunday Collaboration idea and giving me the opportunity to get Spooky. Peter has moved on from WordPress, but you can check out some of his archived work here.

Saved

A bump in the night, 
It’s nothing, right?
Wind at the window,
Gusts at the door.
Shadows in the bedroom,
Were they there before?

An old farmhouse,
Creaking wood floors.
A musty bed,
In an unused room.
A storm, mad rain,
Go to sleep, again.

Crucifix on the wall,
Across from the bed.
A voice in the dark,
A whisper in his head.
Have you been saved?
The shadows said.

Thorns on his head,
Blood on his ribs.
The pale figure moved,
First hands, then feet.
Stepped off the cross,
Floated down from the wall.

Sheets on the floor,
Feet on the stairs.
Heart pounding,
Door slamming.
Rain on his face,
He shouted back at the house.

Thanks, but I can save myself!

Art work, video, you know, all the hard stuff, by Peter—the creative mind behind Little Fears.

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What Do You See?

Defunct stone fountain, Guernsey
I see nature winning,
And man failing. 

I see a world suffice unto itself.
Oceans and plants and crawling things
All of whom
Would be better off without us. 

I see humanity,
That puffed-up peacock of the animal world,
Building monuments to nothing
But its own vanity.  

I see blue skies and green trees
Towering mountains and vast seas
And humans too stupid to
Appreciate any of it. 

I see nature winning,
And man failing.    

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If

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If I had stopped to button my coat,
If I had skipped class that day?
f I had gone to another library, or another school,

Would I have met you?

If you hadn't worn those pants,
Walked in front of the table where I sat,
If you hadn't said, "Hey."

Would you be at my side now?

Would you be at my side still,
When your hair has thinned,
 and mine is grey?

Why you, why me, why us?


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