Monochromatic

"I'm restless.  Things are calling me away.  My hair is being pulled by the stars again."--Anais Nin

This is the picture prompt from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie 

MONOCHROMATIC

When your world

 is but one color

flowers are empty

I remember child hood

and believing

in dandelion wishes

Swinging high

to touch the clouds

bicycles were freedom

Colors fade to one

memories in a dusty box

are bones of the past

Also for the Tuesday Platform
at
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads.

The Horseshoe...

For Poetry Jam Poets United and Imaginary Garden:  

The Thing About Rust

Things Carried

Empty horseshoe

With rusty nails

Plucked from

The worn trail

Inverted

For good luck

The empty shoe

Stood tucked

Standing in honor

Lying in state

Next to a knife

And a Civil War plate

My horses 

Ran barefoot

The shoe

Remains empty

Empty of luck

Empty of  horse

Just like my heart

Empty of course