I sit on the logged bench, watching the alabaster cascades, make a monstrous sound on its fall,
before flowing gently on the moss rimed stones, charting its own course.
I take courage to let go of my tears, from the cliff of my cheek, unabashedly down to the bottom of my soul, releasing the burden of the emotional upheaval.
My briny tears, cleanse my soul of all the hurt.
A constant companion, my faithful dog, a sole witness to my purgation, wags his happiness to see me move on, to face the challenge with renewed vigor.
Sadje’s WDYS #142
Wallowing in a muddy puddle
naked feet jump in gay abandon
squishy, squashy soggy mess,
happy souls prance together
the tiny tail wags in delight
to the sweet sounds of giggles.
My pup, my perfect partner in crime.
Stealthily we enter home,
staining the carpeted floor with tiny footprints of brown.
The silence of the evening shattered
by mom’s scream of disgust,
watching us plastered in an earthy pack,
she fires her volley of angry outbursts.
We stand in mute innocence
my pup, my perfect partner in crime!
Dakshali’s picture prompt plate #3