Days Mourning Gown

That far left side, the abandoned road, empty it lies, as passers-by pull in from time to time.  The land beside it filled with new born, a gift, as death leaves the land to mourn the harsh months of past, and blesses the soil with fragile youth not yet tainted by the months to come. A casket heart on a silver chain encloses a photograph, the travelers leave their mark on it, with tire marks and dirt. A memory to keep with the heart; worn into the road. The night begins to dress itself in days mourning gown as it contemplates the day gone by and ponders what will come of the next year.

A short story in which I was asked to include a randomly chosen object, setting, season and time of day without specifically naming them. I was given the setting: hard-shoulder of the motorway, time of day: evening, object: locket and season: spring. I hope I was able to actively conveyed these themes through this short prose without leaving my own writing style behind.

Perpetual Tides

Roll over with the stormy seas
And time forgotten sands
Hearts wash up 
And wander through 
With bleeding red passion 
Flickering on and off 
Through the hollow duskhouse
A fragile moment 
Stolen and gone
By a crystal eyed stalker 
Bearing nothing but his heart
And a single dead flower

I was given a task to write a poem including a set of words, I was assigned the words: sea, red, duskhouse, crystal, stalker and flower. A nice set of words actually that made me think about about the way love comes and goes like the tide.However there is always one person who, like the sea, we cannot hold onto, in this case the "stalker" loves a girl so much that he sits day in day out watching lovers come and go with the sea, awaiting the return of his one true love.