Moving Mountains – #MLMM Photo Challenge

Photo credit One Big Photo

He packed his bike on his back to go up

He would not look down, only forward

Pushing his limits for just one moment

Of pride…of bravery…of greatness…

The world looked so big up here

Atop the highest point of the mountain

Bigger than you or I or we or them

As the fog rolls in, it gets smaller

But you just know deep inside

In your gut

In your soul

To only breathe one deep breath

Without moving a muscle…

At that moment, he felt taller than the peak


This was written for MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie’s Photo Challenge #392.

Dancing with the Moon – PCF14

rainbow dance planets kaleidoscope
Image from Pixabay

A skilled dancer salsas with the moon those nights when the moon is full.

Her hair wisps in the night air as she moves through the universe.

The pits in the moon reflect the glow of light onto the dancer.

She’s on an island of her own decent…in that moment…in that moonlight.


This was written for Paula Light’s Paint Chip Friday prompt. The keywords were “island salsa” along with the image above.

There’s Peace in Solitude – #WDYS 109

Image credit; Pixabay ( free images)

The clouds cast shadows upon the rocky mountains in the most beautiful way.

The fog lingers there bringing an adventure for any who would approach them.

The lake reflects the mystery of the retreat, bringing sparkles from the skyline.

The church and the cabin overlook the enigma of the lake and its creatures.

The trees and mountains give them shelter from any storm to come.

This looks like peace, solitude, warmth, and relaxation…


Written for Sadje’s What Do You See? and Eugi’s Weekly Prompt.

Her Shining Star – Flashback Friday

Each week, Fandango hosts a prompt called Flashback Friday. He invites us to share an old post from the previous year or on the exact number date (19th) of any month if you do not have a post for the exact date. This is a post from my old blog, and it was a poem I had posted on March 19, 2016. It’s funny that I have been blogging since 2016, but I never post much in November.


Here is my Flashback:

The kindness in her eyes
Turned to awesome fear
She couldn’t look away
Her vision tuning in so clear

Tip tap, tip tap, tip-tap
The light footsteps sing
Getting closer and closer
Speeding up to a full-swing

A silhouette approaches
Tightly, she closes her eyes
Shivering inside herself
Nervously she then cries

Lightly peeking eyes open
It’s standing before her face
Her eyes shine out with brilliance
Her fear now become displaced

Before her was no stranger
Her hero was there to stay
As they stand there together
Now laughing, cries fade away

The silhouette became her husband
The fear and anguish dissipate
No shadows there to fear now
Her heart pit-pattering with his embrace

Hand in hand they sway as one
As they walk towards the door
Her fear now non-existent
Facing where the shadow was before

She grips his hand tightly
Allowing him to take the lead
A light emerges from the hall
There was nothing to fear indeed

There stood her friends and family
Smiles lit upon each and every face
Feeling so silly, now smiling back
Finally, feel safe in this space

Her hero is her only love
Protecting her near or far
Leading her away from any harm
He’s her bright and shining star

©E.M. Kingston 3/19/2016

Tickle – #PCF12

Crocodile butterfly
Image from Pixabay

The butterfly tickled the nose of the crocodile

while he dreamed of his next meal

as the tropical mist laid upon his skin

in the murky ocean waters.

The blue and purple wings fluttered without fear

as she tapped her antenna on the croc’s teeth

causing him to sneeze and curl his tail

while lounging on his back playfully.

His dream turned into reality

as he learned that not all creatures are food

but they can be your friend too

and tickle your nose when he needed it the most.

© E.M. Kingston 2021


This was my first time writing for Paint Chip Friday 12 (on a Tuesday). I hope you enjoy my poem inspired by Crocodile Dreams and Tropical Mist.

A Meadow of Stones – #writephoto

Some stones are located in the grassland which is surrounded by hills.
Stones – Image by KL Caley

I cast the first stone into my own life

To pave my own way into the light from the darkness.

I breathe in my being and essence in the clearing

Of this meadow full of stones to cast in my path.

The beauty in the distances brings me back to life

And it is then that I see the clarity of who I am.

Who will I be? How will I find my way?

This path will lead me to greatness.

I promise…


The was written for the #writephoto challenge by KL Caley.

E.M.’s Flashback Friday – 11/12/2021

I had to go back to my archive of poetry from my old blog to find something to share for today’s Flashback Friday prompt from Fandango. I did not have a post for the exact date of today, but I did have one for the date of 6/12/2016. It made me remember how long my darkness and unhappiness ruled my life, but that is not a bad thing. It makes me look forward, and forward has what I want and love in it.


Painful Love Lost

The battle fighting within me
breaks me from the inside out
as I see your faces as I remember you all
loving me the way you used to.

The tears I cry in my dreams are real
the memories like yesterday but today
but I cannot cry them when awake
for they make me feel weak and afraid.

I gave you so much of myself
that sometimes I have not much left
to share with others or even to sustain life
because you were my life, and you’re gone.

I try not to think of you most times
thinking the pain will just fade away
but this kind of pain sits in your gut
and it fights you and rips you apart.

Maybe that will make you feel better
knowing that I’m never going to be okay
but even still you should know
I love you all until the last breath leaves my lungs.

I was born to love you.

© E.M. Kingston 6/12/2016

I See A Dream Neverending – WDYS #107

Image credit; Google images

There is no darkness, only light.

The abundant amount of clouds bring dreams, not nightmares.

I look for this place in my sleep, this bliss of heaven.

If only I could commute here every night in peace and sanctity, I could breathe better.

There is nothing glum about this happy place found in my slumber, only delight.

I see a dream that’s neverending, if only I could stay put.

© E.M. Kingston 2021

This post was written for Sadje’s What Do You See? It’s a weekly prompt to trigger our creativity and imagination. Please join us in telling us what you see.

I Found Out Today

Little secrets, little lies
Irrelevant at the time

Two hours later, not enough time
I was never really on your mind

Deception of mind, trying too hard
You never were really mine

All my money, financially struck
You used me while you moved on

Blame game, hurting my soul
I’m singing my same ole song

Loyalty I gave, destruction received
My heart is burning and in need

Broken promises, anger with hate
My word kept with tears on my face

Tearing burning heart, soul aflame
Maybe my stupidity is stronger than grace

Every single thing I had inside

Now crumble into nothing

My heart is cold and numb

Nothing left to give another soul

Your violations of trust burst inside me like fire

I found out.

© E.M. Kingston 2020


This is being posted for Fandango’s Flashback Friday. The original post was published on November 1, 2020.

Beautiful Storm

Photo by Kelly Ritta on Pexels.com

Rain tapped softly at the bedroom window.

Tiny little drops filled up my window sill.

As the lightning began bullying its way through the puffy, dark clouds.

The fresh smell of clean air brisked past my nose from the wind.

The taps of water and the booms of the thunder are like music to my ears.

It’s rapping on the clay of the pot sitting outside the window.

Mother nature’s wit came out in full force as the storm got stronger.

She was the putative conductor of my peace and sanctity of the day.

The drought subsides with her nature’s hose.

It was such a beautiful storm for me.

© E.M. Kingston