Enjoy my attempt at the Hemingway Challenge She floated face down, ice cold.
Thunder struck, and hearts broke.
Their lips met also their souls.
Her face was illuminated, tears ran.
The sun shone, the world continued
Their limbs intertwined in passion’s dance.
He lit the spark in her.
Words flew between them; verbal war.
She teetered on the edge of reason.
Words said, bonds broken, time heals.
Angel with eyes of a devil
She escaped inner battles in daydream
Tapping away at the keyboard: Documenting.
The seasons came: He hadn’t changed.
Wars in her head, whilst in bed.
Miles to go, each step remembered .
Flags planted, possessions owned, life taken.
Kisses mean I am sorry or goodbye
The harp is the sound of love.
Worlds torn, uprooted, your flag planted.