General

Pockets of stillness,

When aura parts his body,

While she,

Questions her maps, wondering what would her future hold,

Some plausible explanation, many a cynical assertions,

Here I am, without him,

Like a lost alphabet,

Waiting for any promising sign, some comfort,

As light fades, crumbing thoughts her only companion,

Was that really me? That, who was annoyed with his child-like pranks,

Who would I look forward to,

Now that familiarity has crossed the shore and,

Only undulating patterns remain.

That happiness, free flowing bonds,

Would I get to experience again?

Moments of uncertainty, a pregnant pause,

While she looks around,

Only potential emptiness gnaws at her,

From nowhere,

A shimmer of light beckons,

A tiny, firm, unmistakeable hand clings on,

While their creation, demands her care and protection,

That ray of light,

Ensures,

His legacy continues.

137 words.

Acknowledgements :- Thank you Reena…

Reena provides a list of phrases. I chose the first one:

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There are too many pockets of stillness”

I prefer surrounding sounds of family, children’s laughter, teenage pranks, whispered secrets followed by giggles, or the snore of tired elders.

This familiar music provides a wellness–togetherness that I have a need to hear, interrupting silence.

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https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2019/11/07/reenas-exploration-challenge-112/

all your cynical assertions
fail to convince me
that it was
somehow
my
fault

In response to: Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 112

one
look
at you
I wonder
that guy who loved you
that fool- was that really me

In response to: Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 112

I
am
trying
to hold on
to my crumbling thoughts
should I save ‘love’ or ‘sanity’

In response to: Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 112

Old Woman Nature

BYGARY SNYDER

Old Woman Nature
naturally has a bag of bones
tucked away somewhere.
a whole room full of bones!

A scattering of hair and cartilage
bits in the woods.

A fox scat with hair and a tooth in it.
a shellmound
a bone flake in a streambank.

A purring cat, crunching
the mouse head first,
eating on down toward the tail–

The sweet old woman
calmly gathering firewood in the
moon . . .

Don’t be shocked,
She’s heating you some soup.

Gary Snyder, “Old Woman Nature” fromAxe Handles. Copyright © 1983 by Gary Snyder.

We tend to see Nature in a lovely pastoral landscape: pretty flowers, verdant meadows, things we might like to eat. There is the dark, the alien, the deeply frightening aspect of Nature though, and this is ours to love as well. Why…

if
you
do not
manage to
find your destiny
question your maps, not the journey

In response to: Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 112

Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge #112

how you get there, friend
where you go to just be you
please, land where it’s safe