"Edit your life frequently and ruthlessly. It's your masterpiece after all" Nathan W. Morris Written for All New Writers' Quote Challenge https://haddonmusings.com/2016/12/29/all-new-writers-quote-challenge-8/
The Masterpiece
The Sparkler
The sparkler spread warmth, light, hope and demonstrated multiple paths to branch out. It consumed itself in the process, the memories remaining red hot, albeit for a short time. The transience brought back memories of her mother's suicide. Written for 3LineTales , Week 48 only100words.xyz/2016/12/29/three-line-tales-week-forty-eight/
Resolution
Mom always said, I was not OK, and I needed to improve a lot. An imposed discipline, a forced regime, an apologetic promise were created to assure her, that I intended to be good. The New Year Resolutions were framed and hung on the wall, to remind me of my inadequacies. I can’t recall when … Continue reading Resolution
The Desperate Riders
Where are these two riding away, unmindful of the tracks changing from dry to wet, and from sand to sea? What is the single-minded determination that drives them? The faithful brown horse carries the child, who is not an adept rider, and totally depends on the directions that his parent gives, and the loyalty of … Continue reading The Desperate Riders
The Last Time
When did I last see life renewing itself? Was it the last breath or a new mental vision that inspires desire? Written for Colleen'sWeekly Tanka Poetry Prompt Challenge -14 https://colleenchesebro.com/2016/12/27/colleens-weekly-tanka-poetry-prompt-challenge-14-last-new/
The Cage
Watch the bird in the cage sing with a dream in her shiny eyes. The spell of the melody makes it a matter of time till she flies. The keeper lets her go with awe too mesmerised by the talent he saw. He heard a song, saw a plea In the eyes that asked … Continue reading The Cage
The Smog
Visibility was a huge challenge in the dense fog. The morning news had preferred to call it a smog. But she knew better than that. The air was heavy with manipulation and deep conspiracies. She found herself gasping for breath. It was created to weaken clear vision, to make people stumble on their path, and … Continue reading The Smog
Hallelujah
The CEO leaned back on her plush chair with half-shut eyes, and muttered “It has been a tough year”. Despite making record profits, the company image was shattered by a scandal, and several months were spent in damage repair, while still dangling on puppet-strings, struggling to maintain her balance. She looked at the silver-framed mirror … Continue reading Hallelujah
Living in the Past
It was an elaborate Christmas table, with the white lace cloth, red candles and the best china and crystal that she could afford. She cut four slices of the Christmas loaf, and tears rolled down her cheeks. The family that she lost long ago, in an accident, smiled at her from the framed photo on … Continue reading Living in the Past
The Busy Santa
Is he the real Santa? I do not see the sleigh, and I do not see red. Does this guy wear a mask, or that one? How do I celebrate, when Belief is Dead? I do not see the sleigh, and I do not see red. I have grown up now, and write my … Continue reading The Busy Santa
