Mountains inspire awe with their seeming impenetrability and strength. I watch a boulder roll down, or the snow melt and think if they are really insurmountable. Matter is supposed to be a dense form of energy. What happens when the energy flows, and influences things outside? Chiselling allows access to the sculptor to give it … Continue reading (Im)penetrability
I have to deep-dive inside myself to create drama, magnifying certain elements and suppressing the contradictions. As I get into the zone, words and pictures tumble out effortlessly. I do not know the exact mix – how much of it is inspired by the audience? am I being myself or living out an act? lost … Continue reading Genuineness
Maureen was reading out stories to her daughter, Alice, on the long drive in the countryside. Suddenly, Alice perked up, “Look, Mom! The elf I met yesterday works in that factory.” “What?” “Yes. He manufactures rainbows and shoots them to the sky, so that kids like me can enjoy the sight.” “Writers and artists do … Continue reading Driving out of Wonderland
“All ardent lovers love in the same way…..”, rambled the storyteller. The tree interrupted, “No. As I spread out to meet the sky, others join me in the quest, and a miracle happens. The sky comes down to meet us. A moth kills itself to meet its flame. I just become stronger.” (274 characters) Twittering … Continue reading How do you love?
peace radiating from nature being itself happiness within artificiality eliminated out Weekly Tanka Prompt #Poetry Challenge- Week 80 by Elsie Hagley
oppressive heaviness in the air dark shadows imposing gloom generate unfortunate misgivings, obstruct mutual understanding and possible negotiations on sharing available space. Weekend Writing Prompt #37
A sea of humanity vast untapped potential ignoring it would be inanity A sea of humanity erroneously seeing a calamity in viewing surging power as instability A sea of humanity vast untapped potential
All around me are reminders of the past.
The children, in particular, are ever present as a memory of a past I’d rather forget especially the bits I feel ashamed about.
I’ve worked to be a good father, to be there for them, to help them whenever I could but mostly I learned to listen without judgement recognising them as individuals and people in themselves.
The adult relationships I have now I treasure.
I know it’s not easy for some parents to stop being a parent and accept their children for the adults they have become. I learned that allowing them to make mistakes and learn from them was a good thing as much as it hurts to see it happening. But the rewards have been multiple. We can sit and hold a conversation, laugh together, cry together, feel free to exchange ideas which are more often than not contrary…
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she played with fire
burned her hands, you bet she did
she now plays it safe
thinks she can be saved, stupid
old fire still burns within
In response toReena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 20
