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… And You!!! #Flashfiction

… and with them

 last vestige of hope

swept away in the current

a stormy existence

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That life boat

in the haze

 called to me

it’s unattainable

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… and so

I live

caught in the current

below the waves

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one hope

the end will come soon

for what is there

to give me breath

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thank you for …

a momentary ray

happiness

on that little boat

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…and you must

stay afloat

for others

 need hope

… and you!!!

Each Friday is awesome – many writers and bloggers get together and write a story in a mere 55 words. This piece is a little more prose and symbolic in nature. Thank you to G-Man for hosting weekly!

Thanks Mike for this awesome shot off Morro Bay…http://www.flickr.com/photos/mikebaird/3016985275/

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Desperate Run #oneshotwednesday #poetry

It was  all a bit too haunting

clouds off the Black Sea coast

an evening to remember

each thing carefully selected by our host

lulled by Russian stories

from a war long ago

enjoying new friendships

so much we wanted to know

The storm came in a fury

we dined in an elegant tent

winds were upon us

the canvas torn and rent

Our host had seen such terror

in the youth of his life

as he looked upon his dearest

I saw him fear for her life

This tent could not protect us

but where were  we to go

unto an open field

heeled legs burdensome and slow

No light to guide

except from pitch black sky

running in no direction

lightening tendrils did magnify

It Came down right before me

blasting the energy box

sparks lept before us

we thought that she was lost

Don’t ask me  all that  happened

that frightening stormy night

I fail to remember

all the horrors in our flight

A storm in a country

we didn’t call our own

we couldn’t speak the language

it certainly wasn’t home

but this I will remember

of that storm of that time

he saved us each from danger

this brave new friend of mine

Join us for One Shot Wednesday an opportunity to share your poetry with a community of excellent writers.

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The Bottom of the Lake #poetry

Yes there was green

life began at some point

a seed

The seasons went too quickly

that’s all

what was alive

became brown

I remember breathing

laughing

children in my arms

the breeze

alas there is

holding no more

laughing forbidden

now that I am at the bottom

of the lake

 

Thank you Rob Hanson for the beguiling photo. I couldn’t resist. Please enjoy the photography feature of Rob at One Stop Poetry

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When your’e hot you’re hot… #poetry #surfing #california

I’m a Cali  girl

tho my hair’s not blond

you gotta know the surf

is where I belong

We heft our boards

listenin to the beat

gotta find the wave

gotta hit the streets

See my woody there

it’s a hot ‘lil ride

plays Beach Boys tunes

sing about the tide

 we never mind

sun’s hot you know

it’s a surfin safari

hanging all ten toes

gotta love those California Girls!!!

Thanks Mike for the Surfing Shot from Morro Bay , Ca. http://www.flickr.com/photos/mikebaird/3036395469/

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What Don’t They Support?

I’m part of a thirty day writing prompt called #Trust30

Todays Prompt: The world is powered by passionate people, powerful ideas, and fearless action. What’s one strong belief you possess that isn’t shared by your closest friends or family? What inspires this belief, and what have you done to actively live it?

I grew up in a household with a family member who had severe Cerebral Palsy. I never looked at her as different; a wheelchair was as normal as my being left handed. Well I guess being left-handed had it’s own cultural stigma. I noticed when people stared at us; I never understood why they gawked at us until I got older. As I grew older, I became an advocate for children who were a few years younger than myself. I beat up a couple bullies in grammar school who picked on special needs kids. To me it never made sense. Why do the strong attack those unlike themselves? I still am an advocate for those who often need a voice and have none. I am aghast when people look for a pile of sand to hide their head in as if looking the other way or not addressing the issue makes it go away. Are we not an intelligent society that has made great strides to educate and close the gap? Believe what you want but there are still many biases against the special needs community ( I see them every day). The sand pile is full of heads I assure you!!!

It is easy in the world to live after the world’s opinion; it is easy in solitude to live after our own; but the great man is he who in the midst of the crowd keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude. – Ralph Waldo Emerson, Self-Reliance

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What Recession??? #flashfiction

…I know isn’t my hat the perfect shade to go with my new Gucci shoes and purse.

Wait until you see the divine 18 carat choke collar I bought to match my gold bracelet.

I’ll save money tomorrow after all the twins can wear their shoes another year.

And sis doesn’t need that medicine for her asthma…

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There is always an economy of words on Friday at G-Man’s  Fifty Five Flash Fiction Friday. I promise no shortage of great reading tho…

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The Clock Stopped Ticking #shortstory #trust30

                                                                                                   We are afraid of truth,

afraid of fortune,

afraid of death,

and afraid of each other.

Our age yields no great

and perfect persons.

– Ralph Waldo Emerson

“Yes I understand” I said as I wiped a tear from my eyes. It was the worst thing I had imagined. Fast paced cancer that would consume my body in…

“What do I do first?” I scream at the unsympathetic walls. No response.

I sit down and do the only thing I know how to do write. My husband first; this letter is surprisingly easy for he can read between every line. He has read this scenario and has heard my fears. That’s done.

Next – My eldest he is all that is good about me. He is talented and will take his art further for he is brave. His mind goes beyond the galaxies and probes the mind. “What do I say to him? This is for you,” as I tuck the book of stories that were written for him and about him.  My book will never a best seller but he will be. “I love you my dearest son goodbye for now.”

“How can I say goodbye to you? You are my best friend. With you I have travelled the globe. We should have been twins not mother and daughter. Here are the tickets and the airmiles I saved for all our future trips. Go – I will be there.”

“Little one: of all of them you need me the most. You have since you were born. You must let go now. Please be strong for both of us. I am  in every note you play. Every duet you sing hear my voice combined with yours – forever.”

“Goodbye to you. I love you more than life itself. I breathe my last breath with a kiss of love and thanks to you with love from my soul.”

and with that last drop of ink …

Here is the prompt:

You just discovered you have fifteen minutes to live.

1. Set a timer for fifteen minutes.
2. Write the story that has to be written.