curiosity takes to unknown destinations I know no fear it’s not yet time for it I don’t see trailing shadows What do you See by Helene Vaillant
It’s not yet time
Mooning
lonely betwixt cheer I see the moon up there and pity the star spangled skies- They failed. BrewNSpew Cafe -December 3
End of the story
Gunshots are not something one wants to start the day with, but it is routine in this part of the country. I am told that shooters practice their sport, for participation in the ensuing Olympics. It’s not easy to believe, this being a Naxalite area, but there is no other option. I’ve been advised to … Continue reading End of the story
But still …
I don’t know how real, really is reality. The snow is white and ethereal, but chilling. I want to feel the texture, and see if it melts in the warmth of my palms. But I stay in, for I fear the wolf out there. It never moves. Some people say a taxidermist kept it there. … Continue reading But still …
On my back
you painted on my back the stars and skies I missed in life love that binds follows me like claustrophobia I need to tell myself stains are washable not tattoos that kill I need to tell myself love is freedom - and never greater than life Photo Challenge #241
Menacing
I cheered for truth in hostile environs till falsehood claimed me I cheered for freedom amidst dictators till bondage chained me I cheered for life on the hospital bed till death claimed me I cheered – to have my say, my way -I lost myself (44 words) Quadrille #70
Persistence
nature bounces back in the form of disasters if abused, but shows stories of survival it knows power to manipulate not only corrupts but addicts the world to remote control devices yet it refuses to collaborate with its tormentors it refuses to believe what they believe and fairy tales … Continue reading Persistence
Sunday Photo Fiction
The shore is hers alone. A fine drizzle washes away the tears that stream down her ashen cheeks. Wandering along the water’s edge, she watches the foaming waves flow and ebb leaving lines in the sand. She stoops to trace a heart with her finger and gazes forlornly as it washes away.
Atop the cliff, he stares at the boulders below. At his feet, a single golden flower refuses to submit to the wind that tries to tear it away. Should he surrender to the emotions that drag him ever closer to the edge?
She falls to her knees, the pain too much to bear. Gazing up at the grey sky, she begs for something to rescue her from her distress. She looks over her shoulder at the rock face and the silhouette of a forlorn soul on the verge of taking his final fateful journey.
He sees a figure…
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Limitations
I talk to God but the sky is empty. Paradise lies at my feet - not exactly, but somewhere around, on the earth. Nuggets of experience build my world. The gaps between those drive me to look above myself. If the body limits my flight, so be it. I would like to jump out of … Continue reading Limitations
Relevance
I know my purpose of life is fulfilled, when the statue in the temple speaks to me. I’ve been meditating here for a decade now. “Thank you, God! I lived for this day.” “I lived thousands of years ago, and did certain things relevant to those times. I’m remembered for those, but the context has … Continue reading Relevance
