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.

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.

Broken Serenity

The sun shines through the twiggy-trunked trees majestically.

Though the railings are bent and broken, they are still so beautiful as the light hits them the right way.

There’s a path where the brokenness of the roadside brings about new exploration.

I could sit there for hours and breathe in the sun’s love.

I could rest and relax here until the moon replaced the light in the sky.

I belong here sipping my coffee…letting the wind brush through my hair…

Serenity fills my body with life, and the clearness of the world beyond the rails brings me the first bit of peace of my day.


This post was written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #157.

© E.M Kingston

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

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

Alike but Different

I got a different kind of inspiration today when collecting my daily words to write my challenge posts. One of the word challenges today is “homonym” from My Vivid Blog. I decided to use it to write a homonym poem. Thank you for the inspiration, Chelle. The homonyms will be in bold writing.


I lit a match, and the cool air put it out.
As the flame rose, I went down the stairs.
I lost my match between myself and the wind.
It was cool how my nose sniffed out the rose-scented breeze.
I was feeling down, but my spirits were lifted by the storm.

xoxo, E.M.

Anxious Heartbreak

Her upper lip quivered as she felt her heart being ripped from her chest.

The world she had created was being swallowed up by the fissure of mistakes of her past.

One conversation would change life back to a time when she was unstable and broken.

Her heartbreak was matching the anxiousness she was feeling in her soul as she lost everything again.

She had no understanding how it is always so easy for people to walk out of her life.

Except they do that all the time, and it is always when her life is one huge bungle of failure.

She’s running out of lives to live…

xoxo, E.M.

Me vs Me

Heavy breath from my lips
Used to be light and fluffy
My thoughts now so radioactive
Toxic to my well-being
A tide of events breaks my heart
Into pieces of what used to be me
My anxiety is a man-eater, except I’m female
Raging with it’s own hormones and darkness
It’s ludicrious how much I live there
Inside of myself, hating this version
Of who I have become from who I was
This person a malapert edition of failure
I straddle my emotions like a horse
Trying to guide my essence, but being overcome
I need to find out who I am again…

xoxo, E.M.

This is my submission for the word challenges from Daily Spur, Fandango, Ragtag, My Vivid Blog, Word of the Day Challenge, and Your Daily Word Prompt.

Voices: E.M.’s First Sestina

I got a little preoccupied trying a new style of poetry, so I have not posted since Friday. One of my fellow writers, revivedwriter, did a Sestina, and it was so cool that I wanted to try it myself. It’s a very difficult poetry style, and it really challenged me. With that said, I am using the word challenges from October 1st and October 2nd to write the Sestina.

The word challenges for October 1 & 2 were as follows:

Now, let’s continue with Voices…

Brief moments of peace, I yearn to have some quiet
Every feeling inside of me, so raw and extreme
I sit still, listening to an empty room become loud
With the voices jabbering inside of my head
My footsteps are like those of a ghoul sneaking by me
These walls hold my pain, my declivity, and my soul

The fear I am sick with consumes my aching soul
Change has me on eggshells, “be very quiet!”
The figment in my imagination, the pain eats at me
All of my senses intensified, it’s to an extreme
My failure rings out like a bell inside of my head
As I cannot quiet my suffering that screams loud

Respect for my situation is truth, but still I cry loud
As the wave of blame falls upon my tired soul
I carry everything…so heavy…on my shoulders and head
No tight hugs to hold me when the darkness becomes quiet
A rarity is the one good feeling, all it takes to heal me

A plethora of emotions come close and swallow me
The feeling of drowning when the voices get too loud
Out of control thoughts, no longer mild, only extreme
They are picking and tearing into this old tired soul
Stop! Why can you not be quiet?
This is too much…get out of my head!

My nerves are dancing and standing intrinsic to my head
As they feel of life, the decay of my essence threatens me
They refuse to sit down, dancing about and not quiet
The more I kick and scream, the dancing is getting so loud
This illness is sickening and overwhelming everything about me
Do you hear me? I am yelling at you with my voice loud!
Only to find out I am not loud at all…It’s quiet.

xoxo, E.M.