The Apocalypse–A Revelation … Chapter Thirteen (first draft) https://allpoetry.com/story/13528221-The-Apocalypse–A-Revelation-…-Chapter-Twelve-by-Lucretia-Mccloud Sabrina contemplated Wayne. Observed how a rust leather bomber jacket his back ruggedly adorned jeans washed soft for comfort yet, taut, not obscenely tight highlighting his lean frame unfortunately, both to men and women’s delight with dark brown timberlands casually worn though usually his aura accentuated … More The Apocalypse–A Revelation … Chapter Thirteen (first draft)

The Apocalypse–A Revelation … Chapter Twelve (first draft) Numb. Sabrina. Wayne and Sabrina thoughtfully strolled campus greens Monday, not packed so early though, after a late Sunday religious meeting. Amid rustlings breezes sweet to hears please and sight delighted with a background of blazing rustic foliage they sauntered. She usually enjoyed crushing fall leaves beneath … More The Apocalypse–A Revelation … Chapter Twelve (first draft)

The Apocalypse–A Revelation … Chapter Eleven (first draft) https://allpoetry.com/story/13523031-The-Apocalypse–A-Revelation-…-Chapter-Ten-by-Lucretia-Mccloud Wayne looked at Sabrina with black eyes her bones to melt as a colored candle’s wax under a dancing flame her smitten soul felt. Yet, why sadness did her spirit peek? Asks she: “Wayne, what is it you want to speak?” Wayne drops his lids. It … More The Apocalypse–A Revelation … Chapter Eleven (first draft)

The Apocalypse–A Revelation … Chapter Ten (first draft) https://allpoetry.com/story/13519094-The-Apocalypse–A-Revelation-…-Chapter-Nine-by-Lucretia-Mccloud Lounging underneath her oak tree special on campus right next to the pond in serenity Sabrina silently mouthed these precious words about her confidential identity: “We know that God makes all his works cooperate together for the good of those who love God, those who are … More The Apocalypse–A Revelation … Chapter Ten (first draft)

Sun Shouldn’t Set If Upset Nighttime beauty–stars bright, a balmy breeze these one miss when upset. When forgotten: “Do not let the sun set while you are still angry”. An occurrence rising a fire in one’s bosom seeding vengeance; yes, a soul heated, not at ease does not our Grand Creator please since hatred, irritation held/cultivated, … More Sun Shouldn’t Set If Upset

The Apocalypse–A Revelation … Chapter Nine https://allpoetry.com/poem/13518074-The-Apocalypse–A-Revelation-…-Chapter-Eight-by-Lucretia-Mccloud After their emotional breakthrough Sabrina and her mom Kim talked through last night’s moon’s descend until a new eager sun peaked a visual divide provided of structured land composed of neighbor’s brick or frame houses streets tree-lined of oak and maple limited their vision of heavenly skies. They … More The Apocalypse–A Revelation … Chapter Nine

The Apocalypse–A Revelation … Chapter Eight (first draft) https://allpoetry.com/story/13516327-The-Apocalypse–A-Revelation-…-Chapter-Seven-by-Lucretia-Mccloud A cloudless sky overhead stars welcomed Sabrina her congregation of friends old/young peers exiting Latino Flair a family restaurant amid smiles, congratulations, cheers for not only passing her finals graded high but with a paper plus video highlighting creation which also diminished her fear of public speaking all … More The Apocalypse–A Revelation … Chapter Eight (first draft)

[ silence ] silence screams loudest into darkness dense echoes bleakness when stark nights starless skies deny guidance victims hide though chained globally to mountains risen on treachery’s back violence wars cold/hot trembling heavens frightened by turbulent seas agitated by degrees of oppression recessions transgressions spiraling us into eternal blackness? Not foreseen. Waiting….. Hello poets!! … More [ silence ]

Sweetened Tea An eggshell cupped emotions erupt spill over caught by golden-rimmed porcelain saucer held till cool re-sipped sweetened tea made agreeable calmed after brewed boiled held firm in delicately bagged me 30 words Kavyaa Hello poets!! Your prompt is- “delicate shelter” .          Just go with the flow, you may arrive … More Sweetened Tea

[ With each new breathe maybe… a whisper ] With each new breathe maybe… a whisper once strong      now soft as a wisp like silk spun this delicate thread interwoven over time    a web begun from a hungry heart a songbird’s trill from deep within a tickled throat love songs to thrill … More [ With each new breathe maybe… a whisper ]