I full of dismay
at the way this world behaves
I am taught at school
be kind, obey the rules
some people are so bad
I want people to get along
why not sing together songs
I emotion write
they threaten, kill out of spite
This poem may seem juvenile (in light of the heinous attacks in Paris) but it is written to make a statement.
Children are taught at a young age to: be kind, not hurt others, get along. What happened to the adults in this world with a penchant for holding hostage and killing innocent people? Did they unlearn the principles they were taught as kiddies? Perhaps we need to send everyone back to school to learn the basics from children.
The image is of Seurat’s Eiffel Tower
Along the pathway that was tread yesterday
there are few indications
that you were here
all that is left is a reminder
and that too will fade
pose the question:
“Does the path I take matter?
Is it more important
that I blazed a trail for another
or that the trail is scarred by my passing?”
If the meek shall inherit the earth, what then will those who terrorize innocent people inherit?
I shudder to think.
I traced the path of a bunny this morning. His concern was for food to sustain him this day. His path in the snow made me smile. Use your life to bring others joy. Man is a beast who evokes fear for his own pleasure or to make a statement. Perhaps he would be better to write an article of angst than to kill and maim.
“Trust in the LORD with all your heart And do not lean on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him and He will make your paths straight.”
“Watch the path of your feet And all your ways will be established. Do not turn to the right nor to the left; Turn your foot from evil.”
tears melt the snow
yesterday’s memories of pain
the world mourns
When will we shut down terrorism?????
“And there you are” my tour guide said as we stood on a field, in who knows where, facing three doors.
We only travelled to Paris during the French Revolution where I almost lost my head. (my eyes narrowed)
Stalingrad during the siege of 42 – 43. I got frost bite (gritting teeth)
Kilimanjaro was a cheat because we didn’t start at the base. (throws up arms)
What about the blue door?
Intergalactic? No oxygen? A minor technicality. No gravity? We’ll bring the door. No Starbucks? What kind of second-rate travel agency do you work for anyway????”
And here we are at the beginning of this week’s travel in 100 words through Flash Fiction with our guide Rochelle Wisoff- Fields. Enjoy the journey!
Le_Baiser_de_lHotel_de_Ville – Doisneau
It should have said
a thousand things
that words would never say
“stay with me”
“laugh the day”
“hold me in your sway”
It could have said
“mmm this is nice”
” could we start again- let’s make that thrice”
“don’t mind the rain”
“Let’s take it slow”
“Darling please don’t let me go”
Instead I felt
you can’t deny
tho it was never said, implied
” A camera points-
Let’s pose for this”
“this shot could be a famous kiss”
I’m inspired by the famous French photographer Robert Doisneau.
Read the story behind this photograph.
I cannot use
words to express
no rhyme no reason
For I have sworn
to not reveal my heart
but this you
Were I able
I’d sing a song
dance in the moonlight
In our eyes
there’d be no trace
there is no place
Gladness and laughter
would fill each line
spilling in verse
But I am speechless
yes it is so
for I am bound
sad – I know
Michelangelo is my favorite sculptor. This piece (one of the captive series) has so much feeling.
Join us for another week at One Shot Wednesday.
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Thanks to Creative Commons for the photo: http://www.flickr.com/photos/grahamandsheila/314328717