Ode to Nature’s Cleansing

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Threats of wind and rain
Bringing loved ones home
Fear of the unknown’s pain
Waiting for the ones that roam

Waiting for that one call
To share safety’s news
Praying for none to fall
And speedy rescue crews

Cleaning the grounds like a flush
Buildings and bridges go under
Water rapids flowing in a rush
Waiting out the next thunder

The press of time to beat the flood
Tender thoughts for those that left
Nexus of storms weaving walls of mud
Nature’s swear and Heaven’s list

Oct 4 Sunday Whirl

A Choice: Dark Garden or Alone in the Night

Dark Garden

At a crossroads in life

I shiver in my strife

I stand alone in the night

On a path thick with mud

Wise owl, where is your wisdom?

Where do I get the fervor from?

Crystal dew begins to enthrall

While Suicide Tree stands near

Diamond sparkles in the inky night

Brings a decision to greater height

Missing birds thread the air

Crocus tears fill my heart

Flower beads on rose thorns

Shine while the moon warns

I shiver in my strife

At my crossroads in life

rose thorns with dew drops

Alone in the Night

As I sit alone in the night

Suicide Tree standing behind me

A lone owl quiets my fright

As it becomes a mortal tree

In the lightening dawn I now can see

The dew tipped rose and crocus petals

Draw me from the crossroads behind me

The sun shine shrinks the mud and nettles

The awakening of the birds, all free

Has awakened a thread of peace

The dark fervor shaken from me

Thorns in my heart release

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Transformations

I’ve come to love the silence.

As a victim of violence I never thought I would.

My last thoughts as a human child was running from my father. I had forgotten to finish raking the yard and he had come home early from the bar. I had no idea what he was going to do. All I knew was that I had to run.

Run…

I can’t run anymore, but run is what I did that day. I ran to save my life. I heard his yells… his screams… I was terrified and ran. I ran through the woods, praying for something. I didn’t even know what I was just praying for something… an out. A hiding place. A savior. Anything at all.

I could hear my father growing closer and fear grabbed me in its iron grip. I couldn’t see anything. I just ran.

Terror struck me just as the tree did. I had run full speed into a tree. I could feel the lower branches gripping me, hiding me. I prayed… begged off all that was holy that I was truly hidden as I had the crashes of my father running through the woods.

I can save you. But there’s a price.

There’s always a price, I told the voice in my head. I sobbed silently as I thought about my childhood so far. What other price could I pay?

Stay and be calm. I have you, little seedling.

I felt more branches push closer around me. The crashing of my father came closer and I could hardly breath in my fear.

They went past.

I could scarcely believe my fortune. I couldn’t think of what I would have to pay for this. I could never go home again. I refused to think of him again.

You are my seedling now.

My eyes grew wide as the import of my situation became clear. I could feel myself growing smaller, until myself was nearly not. I could feel my hardened body picked up and carried away. I didn’t know then where I would end up, but I knew that I would no longer be hurt or threatened by my father again.

I have come to love that silence.

Short fiction based on a planned novella story.

Advantage of Foresight

With the loss of a single day of your life every time you use it, would you use a power to predict the future?

I’m not altogether certain I would. It would definitely be tempting to take a peek at lottery numbers, but would that really make my life any better? When I think about it, probably not. Sure, I would have a grand time spending it on other people and trying to set up trust funds and scholarships and such. But society as it is these days, too many people believe in taking what they get from others instead of working for what they need. By winning said lottery, not only would I be taking the easy route, I would be leading others into the temptation of the same. Perhaps that’s why God still hasn’t allowed me to win the lottery. That’s what I’d like to believe anyway.

Of course we could always use said power to see how our relationships would work out before getting into one. That would sure be handy. But would it be fair to cheat my future spouse out of even a single day together? And sometimes we’re put into another’s lives to teach them or to be taught something. If we look back, many times it is more our bad relationships that teach us how to treat someone properly. Even a bad example, can show us a good path.

 

All considered, I think I’d prefer to put my future in God’s hands. At least he wouldn’t lose days of life afterwards. 🙂

Would you use your power?

Advantage of Foresight.

Theoretical Cast Change of Doctor Who – The Daily Post Writing Prompt

Today’s daily prompt is putting us in the place of the casting director of our favorite television show or movie. But the catch is that we have to replace the entire cast with our family and friends.

Oh dear. My favorite show is Doctor Who and I can’t think of a single person who would be a good personality fit for the Doctor. Sure, his personality changes a little every time he regenerates but there’s still a quality to him that doesn’t. It’s that essence of fun, danger, excitement, and adventure all rolled up into a human shaped burrito. I’ve lead such a sheltered life that I can’t think of a single person who I could picture grabbing my hand and saying “Run!” The closest I can think of would be the oldest daughter of my friend, John (who I also think of as a friend). She’s an avid Doctor Who fan and with a little encouragement out of her shell I can picture her in his place. Besides, it’s about time the doctor regenerated into a woman.

I’d cast myself as the Doctor’s companion, but that would be a little bit unfair as the casting director. My oldest sister would be the Doctor’s companion because whenever there’s a natural disaster, car crash, house fire, or other sorts of emergencies nearby she always wants to go look at it. She says that she wants to help. but I think it’s primarily wanting to see the disaster itself. I can still remember after hurricane Hugo came through South Carolina, she was always wanting to go look at the damage, especially out by the beaches.

Captain Jack, if he were to ever come back to the show, could be any one of the guys at the McDonalds that I work at. One in particular, a guy we’ll call Harry, would be perfect. He’s a fun guy, definitely appreciates the ladies but is more than ready to step up when needed to help right a wrong. I can’t see him equally flirting with the opposite sex though. Or the aliens. I’m pretty sure he would try for the show though.

The Master, again if he were still in the show, would have to be my second sister. She always likes to think about perfect crimes and ways around the rules, even though she doesn’t believe in breaking those rules herself.

Who would you cast in your favorite shows? Leave your links to your responses to the writing prompt if you attempt it.

Cast Change.

Labor Day… Or Whose Season Is It Anyway?

It’s that wonderful, brilliant time of year again. The South is notorious for it, but I’m sure we’re not the only ones. Labor day is over. It’s fall again.

In the coming weeks, there will be mornings that start out cool enough to need to wear jackets. It’ll be delightful until the temperatures skyrocket halfway to lunch time and we’re sweltering in those warm clothes. In childhood, it meant lost jackets and sweaters. If you’re anything like me, it’s much the same as an adult. I can’t tell you how many times that I’ll be getting ready to head out, feel the chill in the air, and step back in to grab my jacket. But do I see it? Of course not. It’ll be a few minutes, but I’ll realize that once again my jacket has been left behind in the car. And when you’re young it’s usually one of those not quite plastic coats that are ten times colder and seem to take forever to warm up to body temperature. And during the Southern Fall that’s usually about the time to take it off.

Of course we’re not there yet. It’s still hot as anything outside. Which begs the mention of the other great Southern Fall disagreement. White after Labor Day. Some say it’s an etiquette detail and nothing more. Others say that it’s just because of the weather and thusly to be ignored thanks to the strange Southern Fall. After doing my homework I found the truth behind it even more bizarrely annoying. According to an article on the White Rule in Mental Floss magazine (a greatly diverse magazine that always has something in it that you never knew that you didn’t know) the background of the White Rule was less about the weather and more about money. Apparently, it was part of a list of etiquette rules created sometime in the 1800s to primarily let old money know if they were dealing with new money or old money.

That being said, we’re getting to my favorite part of fall. My favorite yearly writing competitions and challenges all happen at this time of the year. And on top of that, my favorite writing clothes have always been sweat pants and sweat shirts. Good comfort clothing. Is it possible to wear during summer and the first part of fall? Of course not.

But that time is coming. My time is coming.

What is your beef with fall? Comment to commiserate or say a few words in support of fall.

90 Days to Your Novel – Day 1

The beginning of every journey starts with one step. Even though I’ve already completed one novel length story, I have purchased 90 Days to Your Novel: A Day-by-Day Plan for Outlining & Writing Your Book. Hopefully my next novel will be more publishable than the last.

That being said, I’ve read the task for day one and I’m already starting to rethink the plan. I’m supposed to think back to my earliest memories and write them all down.

I’m lucky if I can remember what I did last week. Perhaps I can add in the stories I have been told. Regardless, I have a hard time believing that I can write for 2-3 hours on such a topic.

Here’s to the possibility that tomorrow’s task will be somewhat easier.


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The Unknown – Wordle 175

Wordle 175

My rickety cart shudders its way
Along the cliff, threatening my day
Fear fills my bones when I cannot see
The bottom of the chasm clearly

Will I fall? Live? Which do I want?
Options and choices are a harsh taunt
A rift of unknowns besides me
Gives flight to a longing for safety

The rails shift with life’s stutter
My heart clenches in fear’s mutter
Language fails me as fear guides me
Sanity’s absence brings a giddy glee

A glimmer shows on the horizon
Light baffles fear as it enlighten
Will hope sustain me long enough?
The tracks straightens passing the bluff

Dream’s End

Once upon a dream ago

Amid a cycle of suffering

Your high regard lit me a glow

However soon be my undoing

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Your virtue was pure, your habits true

Or at least before you shone through

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The image you create slowly begins to fall

Evidence gathering of the forgotten

Birthdays, anniversaries, events and all

The truth becomes a bandage of cotton

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The cycle has ended, the gap has closed

My choice is made, the truth arose

I know now whose virtue was true

Only now time will lessen you

November 24, 2013 Sunday Wordle # 136