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The scope of my glorious independence
now confined within four walls
alone and isolated
masked and frightened
I stare into oblivion
reflecting on the hands I shook,
the meetings attended
and the crowded commute
Alone and distant from all now
if only I had kept my distance then !
I now fear for the loved ones
regretting the hugs I shared with them
the question that bothers me most is
“How do we stay focused
when the world around us
is falling apart?”
I can feel the mask of sangfroid slip perilously
into the raging waters of uncertainty
but I will not get mired
in the quagmire self-pity
I will survive and rise
wiser and more determined
Alone I may be in this fight
against an invisible, faceless, wee invader
arising out of nowhere
but maybe, just maybe
having faced the worst
the best will triumph eventually.

Reena’s Exploration…

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers. Other stories featuring the prompt can be found here.

Update: My Precious is back with a new “logic board” at no cost. Happy, happy, joy, joy. Everything important backed up in Dropbox (only lost a handful of pics, so no tears), however, setting up the MacBook from scratch is a real pain in the arse (I’ve started using Time Machine – just in case – consider it a lesson).

The crowds of the theme park pumped with volume. The historical add-on more civilised… No one cared about the prehistoric times. Zana rode the lift. Pressing buttons, rather old school. The experience quirky.

The doors open and she took a quiet seat. She sighed and snuggled into the synthetic interior. Curious, she pulled a lever. The seat jolted back. Peculiar. She pressed a button on the dashboard. A…

Speaking of the Sea

Seasons have passed me by, and time moves on.
My wandering thoughts turn towards the sea,
sitting in delicate balance upon

the waves, like footprints on a sodden beach.
Fewer waves ahead, yet less time to rest,
so much left unsaid, this my final speech.

Mine is a ballad that’s best left unsung.
But if, by chance, my name crosses your lips,
may it be waves of praise that grace your tongue.

The challenge in Poetics: Three from the Welsh speaking sea, from Laura at dVerse Poets Pub is to write a poem using three of five end-rhyme word sets from Raymond Garlick’s Welsh-Speaking Sea. So, three (or more) rhyming tercets, with no meter required, but with the added challenge of using pentameter. No real meter here, but still 10-syllable lines. The word sets (with the option to reverse each word order):

speech /

Reena’s Exploration Challenge #126

PROMPT #126

Here is the theme for this week.

Isolation makes some

lose their mental balance,

depressed

or destructive

some take it in their stride

and come up with

good works

some famous books were

written by people

in solitary confinement