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Fortune Teller

She had spoken before I started to listen.

Her eyes held me with their direct gaze.

She told me what I wanted to hear.

“It’s true:

He loves you.”

But she cautioned,

“Don’t work so hard.

Take time for yourself.”

Strange that stranger’s words

Would move me so.

“You have a good heart.”

A parting posey and a secret message.

The meeting is a memory.

With a lingering impression

And the smell of heather.

Snapshot: Words rather than a Picture (WP Challenge)

Rushing from the warmth of my home to a cold car.  Minus twenty-two with the wind chill. Ten minutes late for work. Time is always beating faster than the desired pace.  My heart plays catch-up with the beat.

 Sometimes, for whatever reason, I look up into the sky.  Sometimes, for whatever reason, I have a moment beyond time.  Maybe within it?  A few moments of appreciation when even work must wait. The beat slows.

The day is just waking up, and the colour of the sky in contrast with the skyline makes me glad to be alive.  When the snow arrives, the morning sky takes on a pastel hue; a contrast of cool blue and warm pink.  An especially lucky morning is one that has seen Jack Frost sugar coat the trees with a crystallized gloss. As the sun rises out of the orange and pink warmth that it promises, the trees shimmer with a thousand rainbow hues.  Each crystal echoing the sun’s light; a praise of Source.

If a morning like this was an orchestra.  The sun would be a drum; the slow beat that reminds us of our mother’s heart.  Life.  The thousand lights dancing in the glow of the sun would be the mirth of the bow on a violin; perhaps the reverential pluck of a harp. Harmony, like individual life- affirming place and existence.

To witness a morning like this is to believe in magic; the spirit of goodness and giving that weaves through the season.  The beauty of community.  I will carry this feeling with me the rest of the day.

Posted in response to: http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/12/02/weekly-writing-challenge-snapshots/

Nature

It was there

Written in the

Hunter’s moon.

She chose to ignore it.

She subscribed to the constant beating of her heart;

The thump against her ears

 In the quiet times.

At least with that echo

In the silence.

Her body.

She could be certain of

Something:

She could touch,

Hear,

Maybe even feel.

A distant hum; mother’s voice

That gave her hope.

Smear

3000 miles of separation
6 detached text messages
5 days of silence
4 glasses of wine
1 evening alone

 

Combine ingredients.  Stand in front of mirror.  Count the lines on your face; the places that curve when flat is heaven. Rage.  Then make it better.

Bumps

It’s the little bumps

When you are closer than ever to joy

That hurt the most.

When you can actually see your dream on the horizon-

And then the pall is thrown over.

Amplifying doubt;

The taunting voice of the second grade bully:

Telling you that you are ugly and

No one would ever want you.

Stupid for believing

That you might get what you want.

First love telling you

The truth about the weekend away.

A mother’s gentle voice

Suggesting that  you

Forget  your dreams,

And submit to the present reality.

New love telling you

Just this last time…

Identity

In the space between there and here

It was cast aside

For more important work.

And now I return

To the room I so

Carelessly tossed it.

Uncertain how to begin;

To repair…

The Ultimatum (Another Perspective)

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After Reading Hans Christian Andersen’s, “The Little Mermaid”

Somewhere under the turbulent sea, a mermaid looks up from her amber window.  A prisoner in a coral kingdom, dreaming of forbidden love…

Weekly Photo Challenge (take-two): Tiny

Pull

The morning looks like an Ansel Adams photograph

The beat of the music shakes the car

A vortex of wind

Like a lover’s hand in my hair

I want to stay here-

Follow the open road

Lose myself in the music

Save the Arts in schools!

“Imagination is the beginning of creation. You imagine what you desire, you will what you imagine, and at last, you create what you will” – George Bernard Shaw

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