Windowless Walls

Prompt choice:  “windowless walls between us”


What does love matter

Windowless walls between us

Heart hides, hardly breathes

Only tiptoes, end to end

Fingers tracing along stone


As though to touch love

Without risk of rejection

No cautious words speak

Which would be silenced harshly

No chill to shiver marrow


Why must this be so

You’ve built wall mountain-peak tall

Brick by shame-sick brick

Mortared by guilt, yours or mine

Both of us stunted by fear


And now it’s too late

You lie somewhere, mere ashes

My soul, dust particles

Magnetic, I follow you

Each fierce tone, edged expression


You were not mother

I needed, dreamed of, deserved

Nor I, favored child

You could have left me behind

Instead of outside the wall

 ©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations,  2020 ~ All rights reserved.

Complicated Children

Mother’s Day, smeared reflection…

Perhaps she feared me

Strange other-worldly children

Too complicated

Anger didn’t simplify

Thus she chose mute avoidance

 ©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.

Two Gulfs (6-Sentence Story)

Prompt: GULF

It had been decades since Bedelia visited the Gulf, though her soul held the sounds and scent of rippling waves gilded by sunlight.

Each year she ordered a calendar featuring beach scenes, silvered shells and bright coral, to liven up her drab kitchen.

These misted-dawn, seaside thoughts were disrupted by a knock at the door.

Peering through a slender slit in the drapery, she hardly recognized the man with gray hair and mustache…she began to tremble, heart beating rapidly out of sync.

How had he found her, and what did he want…perhaps to seek her forgiveness?

She remained still, breathless as a glass figurine, waiting for him to leave the paltry property she could claim as hers, unmarred—the gulf between her ex-husband and herself was forever-far too wide, turbid, and serpent-swirled to wade across.

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.

Fabric of Love

(131 words)


Before everything to come

You were my strong denim fabric

Armor keeping me safe

From elements…wind, freezing

Rain, raging summer heat lightning

Airless nights’ bad dreams

Evil never spoken of

Deceit in silent glances…

Virus hit, world’s stitches came

Loose…and you, heart’s

Denim fabric, unraveled too…

Death spread, left spirits

To fly faraway

Dear face I tender stroked

Became mask of fear

I tried calling passion back, to

Singe you with my touch that

Once locked us together for hours

Virus stole everything we might

Sell before value was appraised

Mute tears fall, caught in

Fabric of your van Gogh mask

You’ve never weakened before

How do I comfort, strengthen

Muffled voice repeating bleaks?

I grasp, shake your shoulders, say

“No! we’ll NOT lose love

I refuse to give it up!”

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.

Dread’s Battle

With no moon to lighten

Curve straight-jacket of

Constraining darkness

Soften fear’s sharp shards

Dread’s battle carved, with

Orange-rusted scythe and

Sickle, a monstrous spirit

Which spread lies of every

Kind (not gentle), leaving

Trembled souls ‘mid sad

States, lives fever-frayed

Sticky with tears, sweat

Weighed down with

Longing for homes

Made dilapidated

By terror’s erosion…

Dregs of faith remained

Was even hoarded

It was only free


©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.

Gift of Faith (One-Liner Wednesday ~ Challenge)

To nurture and sustain trembling hope, joy, peace…I must focus my faith on God who is infinitely BIGGER than whatever stirs my fear and despair; I cannot share with others from perceived lack—only from my great wealth, God’s gift of faith.

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.

“Looking away [from all that will distract] to Jesus, Who is the Leader and the Source of our faith [giving the first incentive  for our belief] and is also its Finisher…” Hebrews 12:2, The Amplified Bible

“All difficult things in the world are sure to arise from a previous state in which they were easy, and all great things from one in which they were small.”
― Lao Tzu, Tao Te Ching

LINDA’S CHALLENGE:  “The first half of this quote is becoming all too obvious in the world we live in. But the second half remains a challenge. Think about it. What small things in your life do you now have time to make great?”

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