Thursday, December 1, 2022

WEP - The First Time

 

Photo by Katie Harp on Unsplash


THE FIRST TIME

 

The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face

my heart began to race

time stood still

the world withdrew

I saw only you.

 

The First Time

I instantly understood

you'd slay the dragon

release all fears

you were the answer to all my prayers.

 

The First Time

your kiss

shattered all doubt

ignited desires

passionate fires.

 

The First Time

your touch destroyed my defenses

heightened my senses

ignited a blaze

I want replayed.

 

The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face

I immediately knew

you'd be my love most true

your devotion was mine

throughout all time.

***

Yolanda Renée © 2022

Nothing can surpass the lyrics of the song or Roberta Flack's version. 

 This poem was based on a blind date that turned to love at first sight.

Tagline: Love defined.


If you want more. Here's an excerpt from a WIP.


Her Mona Lisa Smile

 

Zane wandered through the Eden Gallery, unaware of the magnificent art surrounding him. Instead, his mind was on his career. He'd built a reputation in New York as a heart surgeon. Yet he was ready to throw it away for a quieter, less stressful life.

"How can you even consider leaving?" Emma said quietly.

Zane shrugged. "I'm thirty-five going on seventy because my days are filled with constant life and death situations, not art." Zane was about to chug his third glass of champagne when he spotted her. He stopped cold and just stared.

It can't be. She's…No. It's not possible. 

And yet it couldn't be anyone else. The same reddish-golden hair. Deep green eyes and a smile that would melt the coldest heart, light the darkest room, and cause his heart to beat like a drum. His body had the same reaction gazing at a painting of her as it had when they'd met in person.

He moved closer. On the exhibit label was the name of the artist Troy Handleson, the name of the painting, Sunrise in Paradise, and another title in parentheses, Her Mona Lisa Smile. Zane chuckled. It was clear from the emphasis on the girl in the painting that the sunrise was not the feature.

Zane's mind traveled back ten years earlier to a homecoming party at Penn State. The party was in full swing when he saw her enter the room. She had a vibrancy that surpassed the celebration of the thousands of screaming fans when Penn State won their game that day. The girl had an alluring smile, bright, sparkling eyes, and long luxurious locks that fell in soft curls over an exquisite body. He knew instantly that she was the one.

The girl he would marry. There was only one problem, she'd walked into the party on the arm of Harris, the star quarterback. Zane did his best to learn all he could, and a friend told him her name was Brandy. He thought it an odd name for a goddess, but names didn't matter.

God answered his prayer when she accepted his request for a dance. She beguiled him. He was speechless, caught in her spell, and lost in the emerald green and gold of her eyes. The warmth of her touch threatened to betray a very physical response. He wanted nothing more than to see her silken tresses cascading across the pillow as he...

Blocking the fantasy, he finally found his voice and learned her nickname was Randi, not Brandy.

"Cassandra is too formal. Randi is more down to earth," she told him.

Whatever name she went by. She was perfection. He discovered she was a high school senior visiting the campus but hadn't decided where she'd attend.

"Why should I choose Penn State? She asked.

"Because I'm here," he said.

She smiled. "Aren't you a senior?"

"I'm going for my master's. How'd you meet Harris?"

"We've known each other for years. He's such a hero, isn't he?" She said dreamily.

Zane wanted to converse. Randi wanted to dance. And as easy as that, he had a second chance. He pulled her close for the slow dance and did his best imitation of Fred Astaire. She responded beautifully, the crowd parted, and they were a solo hit. Of course, he didn't want the music to end. But when it did, she kissed his cheek and squeezed his hand.

"Maybe in a different time," she said and walked out of his life and into the arms of Harris. But she'd already stolen his heart.

*****

A slight breeze riffled the sheers covering the wall of windows that looked out over the Atlantic Ocean. A brilliant blue with rolling waves and a bright cerulean sky filled with feather-like clouds. The white caps dissolved into smaller and smaller breakers as they raced across the sand. Randi was so lost in thought that neither beauty, the sun's warmth, or the cries of seagulls could break through. She read, then re-read the email.

Randi:

A mutual friend, Troy Handleson, gave me your email address. Naturally, I wanted your phone number, but as a good friend should, Troy was protective of your personal information.

Please accept my deepest condolences. I know this is a bad time for you, but if you ever want to talk. I'm a good listener.

I'd like to know you better, and the funny thing is…we've met before. A story I promise to share on our first date.

In the email's signature, Zane Winters gave his New York address and phone number. Randi, now simmering with anger, called Troy. "Who the hell is Zane Winters?" She shouted as soon as he answered.

"Oh, my God, I'm so sorry. I intended to text, but I had so much fun at my opening that I completely forgot. Zane bought that sweet portrait of you. The one I titled  Her Mona Lisa Smile," Troy explained.

"Portrait? You didn't…. I never gave my permission."

"But you did. I asked you what I should do with the portrait I'd done of you for HIM, whose name shall never be mentioned. And you said, whatever I wanted."

HE was Randi's ex, and all her friends knew better than to mention his name.

"No. I said, destroy it. You claimed it was valuable. And I said whatever!"

Troy laughed. "So, I took a little license with your response. Can you blame me? My best work and the highlight of the show. I couldn't destroy perfection. Damn, girl, I got thousands more than I was even asking. And because of my artistry, the man fell in love with your Mona Lisa Smile. Hell, his girlfriend even hired me…."

"Why would anyone pay that much? God, Troy. What he bought was my email address. Holy Hell, what have you done? Sold me out to some creep? After Damon! How could you?"

***

979 Words

Yolanda Renée © 2022

Tagline: Chance meetings.

Thursday, November 10, 2022

Want to see my Vacation Photos?

 

A picture of the land we own in Pennsylvania.
I picture an A-Frame cabin, don't you?

Trees, trees, trees.

Can you tell that I have a thing for trees...

:)


Uh, I warned you!


What can I say, I love rocks too.
The bigger, the better.


Yep, they cut right through just for the highway.


But the views are magnificent!



After 2,200 miles, we finally arrive home.

A sunrise to greet us.



Then sunset over the city.




Who doesn't love a gray day?
Waiting for Tropical Storm Nicole


No matter the color
It's all about watching the waves.




Wishing you the blessing of peace!


Monday, October 31, 2022

Happy Halloween

The final song for your Halloween Playlist!

 "Heads Will Roll" by Yeah Yeah Yeahs


Halloween Party PlayList



HAPPY HALLOWEEN

The challenge is done.

A creative delight full of Halloween fun.

I hope you thought so too.

But evil is still playing.

Are you ready for a slaying?

October 31 is here.

It's imperative that you've prepared.

Evil surfaced with a particular purpose.

So decorate and design your costume right.

Don't get caught without a goal.

You don't want your head to roll.

It's essential that you protect your unworthy soul.

All Hallow's Eve is about celebrating the dead.

Make sure you aren't the one we dread.

On All Hallows Day.

That haunting isn't your stead.

Because you're already dead.

100 words

Yolanda Renée © 2022




Stock Photo

November is the time for a 

WRITING BREAK!

NANO anyone?

See you in December...




Wednesday, October 19, 2022

WEP - "Thriller"

  The WEP Thriller Challenge

"Thriller" by Michael Jackson

&

The 11th song for your

Halloween Party Playlist


Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash

One Foggy Halloween

Halloween was a dark and dreary night filled with misting rain and fog that moved like ghostly images around the yellow light of the lampposts. It matched my mood, and I went for a walk despite the weather or the late hour. The world was quiet because all the vamps, witches, and goblins, with bellies full of chocolate, were astral projecting through candy-crush dreams.

As the fog closed in and the shadows moved surreptitiously around me, I relished the feel of solitude and silence. I'd just lost a coveted part in the new GT Dragon series. Smarting from the rejection, I was angry for believing my agent when he used words like star and soon-to-be rich and famous.

Sure, I'd appeared in several videos and commercials, even a slasher film, with a scream that won out over fifteen others. But the truth is I'm just an extra. A girl with good legs, a pretty smile, and an award-winning scream. The problem was that I had no desire to be average.

Visibility was low, but I was too caught up in a blue funk to care. With no destination in mind, I walked around and around, block after block. I wasn't lost, just wandering, trying to figure out how to change the future.

"Excuse me, Miss," a deep voice crashed my pity party. Startled, my hand went to my heart, and my breath caught in my throat. Foolishly, I'd assumed I had the world to myself.

The mist seemed to part, and I spotted an incredibly handsome man under the streetlamp. Deep dark eyes, long dark wavy hair. Black jeans and a leather jacket. The clichéd bad boy.

"Don't tell me, you need directions?" I gave him my best "make my day" attitude.

He moved closer. His eyes were hypnotic, his advance slow and easy, and that smile contagious. "I thought you were lost. You've passed by here twice."

"Not directionally lost, just deep in thought," I said as I tried to recall if I had passed by before.

"I'll buy you a drink if you share your thoughts."

"Sure, why not," I agreed, knowing a crowd was safer.

We crossed the street to the Jumpy Jitters. I knew Jess, the owner. As we walked to the corner booth, I introduced myself.

"I'm Drake. Nice to meet you, Clara," he said, then took my hand in his and kissed the back of my hand. His eyes were mesmerizing, and his touch sent warm tingles through my body. I swallowed air. My whole body flushed.

He chuckled. "I've never seen anyone blush so easily."

I slid into my seat and removed my jacket. "It's too warm in here." Embarrassed and questioning my reaction, I fanned my face. Sure, the guy was handsome, but I've seen plenty of attractive, and no, I've never felt that electric spark with anyone else. It had to be a fluke. Too much static in the air. I changed the subject. "So, what has you hanging out in the fog in a small town like Carlisle on Halloween night?"

Before he could answer, the waitress asked for our order. I ordered a drink I could sip all night, a Black Russian. Mr. Suave ordered a bottle of Jack and a draft. I grinned. "Don't tell me, you're nursing a broken heart?"

"No. The bottle is for my grandmother. She's a spry old lady that likes a nip once in a while. Halloween's her favorite holiday. You should have seen her with the kiddos. They loved her costume and that cackle of hers. Scares them every time."

"That's sweet. You're visiting from where?"

"Chicago. I'm a pilot."

For two hours, we conversed like old friends. When Jess turned the lights up and said, "last call," I felt cheated. Drake was an intriguing man."

Drake offered to walk me home, but I said "no" too quickly. It seemed the safest option. "I'll catch a ride with Jess. He lives near me. It was nice meeting you. I hope we run into one another next time you're in town."

"If it's in my power, we will," he said with a sly smile. "May I kiss you goodnight?"

I blushed again, and he took it as a yes. But damn, that man can kiss. I'd never, ever been kissed so well. An immediate addiction, I wanted more. My heart pounded, and I could barely catch my breath.

Drake wished me sweet dreams, then, too quickly, he was gone. After the last patron left, I asked Jess for a ride home, but he had to do the floors, and I didn't feel like waiting.

Walking out in the night air was a rude awakening. The fog had thickened, but I pulled up my collar and started a quick pace home.

Half an hour later, I realized home was blocks away and in the opposite direction. I was standing on a street where the only visible house still had lit Halloween decorations. The fog gave the scene a macabre look.

"Did you follow me?" Drake's voice broke through the fog of my confusion."

"No, honest. I… oh God, I'm not drunk. I know what street I live on. How did I get here?"

Drake, laughingly, said, "I told you Grandma was a witch?"

"Yes, but…a…real…witch?"

"Is there any other kind?"

I still hadn't spotted him in the fog. "Where are you?"

He put his arms around me from behind and whispered. "Right here, beautiful."

I turned. One look into those alluring eyes, and we were locked in a kiss. The passion was all-consuming, as though we'd been lovers for years. I surrendered completely when he began whisper-soft kisses behind my ear and down my neck. Adrift in the passion of his touch and lost in desires I'd never experienced before, I could have sworn we were floating high above the city.

***

A year later, Drake and I married. He flies jets, I'm still an extra, and Granny's is our favorite Halloween hideout.

999 Words

Tagline: The power of a kiss

Yolanda Renée © 2022

Photo by Ben Rosett on Unsplash

Has a kiss ever curled your toes?

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Monday, October 17, 2022

"Abracadabra"


The 10th song for your

Halloween Party Playlist:

Photo by Rohan Makhecha on Unsplash

 "Abracadabra" by Steve Miller Band

https://youtu.be/OMvGkBdV_OU

"Abracadabra"

That story's told, but the WEP is still ahead. As inspiration, I hope you enjoyed my dance with the dead?

Death and destruction just a Halloween tale. A ghost story straight from Hell.

For the WEP. You choose - be King or Queen of your own fabulous dream.

This October challenge doesn't need to be scary. Love can also blossom among vampires, witches, or fairies.

Wait until you read my Thriller Story. There's no killing, no torture, nothing gory.

On Wednesday, my WEP story will be told, and all that week, I'm happy to host and read your magnificent posts.

100 words

Yolanda Renée © 2022

THRILLER



Halloween Party PlayList

"Bad Moon Rising" by Creedence Clearwater Revival

"Black Magic Woman" by Santana

"Man-Eater" by Hall & Oates

"Hungry Like A Wolf" by Duran Duran

"Monster Mash" by Bobby Pickett

"Welcome to my Nightmare" by Alice Cooper

"Don't Fear the Reaper" by Blue Oyster Cult

"I Put A Spell On You" by Annie Lennox

"Highway to Hell" by AC/DC

"Abracadabra" by Steve Miller Band

Wednesday, October 12, 2022

"Highway to Hell"

 

The 9th song for your

Halloween Party Playlist:


"Highway to Hell" by AC/DC

https://youtu.be/l482T0yNkeo

Photo by Jr Korpa on Unsplash


"Highway to Hell"

 

Soon you'll be on that frightful road to perdition. It's all planned as a new hellish exhibition.

A nasty surprise just for you. Are you ready to experience what's due?

Don't let me spoil the fun. Believe me, this fate you can't outrun.

If I share each shock, you'll look forward, and I want you to continually be checking behind. Each step is clearly defined.

Will our souls ever unite? Never! But I'll be there to witness my desires delight.

At midnight, on Halloween for eternity, you'll pay. A flesh-only demon buffet while I dance and celebrate your horrible fate!

                                                 The End of this tragic story...

100 Words

Yolanda Renee © 2022

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Halloween Party PlayList

"Bad Moon Rising" by Creedence Clearwater Revival

"Black Magic Woman" by Santana

"Man-Eater" by Hall & Oates

"Hungry Like A Wolf" by Duran Duran

"Monster Mash" by Bobby Pickett

"Welcome to my Nightmare" by Alice Cooper

"Don't Fear the Reaper" by Blue Oyster Cult

"I Put A Spell On You" by Annie Lennox

"Highway to Hell" by AC/DC



WEP October Challenge

THRILLER






Saturday, October 8, 2022

"I Put A Spell On You"

 The 8th song for your

Halloween Party Playlist:



"I Put A Spell On You" by Annie Lennox

https://youtu.be/3TrSMaOZm3Y

Photo by Ivan Diaz on Unsplash


"I Put A Spell On You"

 

Satan granted my wish. Who knew, a redhead was his preferred dish.

Was it a rival who cursed me? A friend? No, dear love. It was thee!

Sold me to the soul eater, you lousy no good cheater!

You received your money's worth. The vilest of torture on Earth. Flesh eaten slowly, slice by slice.

Especially wide awake, like stripped steak.

I cursed your name, your very existence, but despite it all. I won the Devil's assistance.

Now the curse is yours. To be replayed forever more.

On repeat, oh, what a treat!

I'll do the deed, my revenge fully decreed.

                To be continued…

100 words

Yolanda Renée © 2022

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Halloween Party PlayList

"Bad Moon Rising" by Creedence Clearwater Revival

"Black Magic Woman" by Santana

"Man-Eater" by Hall & Oates

"Hungry Like A Wolf" by Duran Duran

"Monster Mash" by Bobby Pickett

"Welcome to my Nightmare" by Alice Cooper

"Don't Fear the Reaper" by Blue Oyster Cult

"I Put A Spell On You" by Annie Lennox

***


Here is the link to the Thriller lyrics if you want more inspiration: THRILLER

 Remember, it's all about fun!

Photo by Eleni Petrounakou on Unsplash

mWU ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l7fVfNCvwsA