Wishing & Waiting

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S’il vous plait . . . as you wish . . . but not just this moment. I would, if I could, gift your hearts desire, if only I could – if only.

Words. Spoken without meaning, knowing my yearning could not be quelled, would not be quelled, not yet.

Not now, not at this time, perhaps when morning comes.

I hunger through the night with bitter longing, anxiously awaiting the morn when he’ll rise and grant me my wish. But when the morning arrives he whispers, “Wait.”

And wait I must, and wait I will.

It’s better this way, the donuts are fresh in the morning.

Written for 100 Word Story – “wish”

Brought to us by Thin Spriral Notebook 

 

Oh, but I will rise . . .

Enemy Within by Crystal R. Cook

Thought and intellect cannot quell the voice within . . . it slithers beneath the surface of who I know I am and who I know I’m meant to be. It whispers lies, it screams in a cacophony of silence, a deafening roar to bind me.

I tell myself I’m safe, it tells me there is something to fear. I tell myself the skies are clear, no storms gather up above, it points to distant clouds and says, oh, but here they come.

I breathe, I pray, I think on other things, but still, it speaks.

I tell myself I’m strong, it reminds me I am weak. I battle this voice, I’m a warrior without a weapon facing a foe no one else can see, knowing I mustn’t surrender, lest it become all that is left of me. It tells me I’m a prisoner, trapped inside a shell, but I know – I know, I will escape this hell.

I breathe, I pray, I think of other things, and I begin to speak.

I reclaim my voice and rebuke the spell that brought me to my knees, I am bigger, I am more. I will not surrender to the trespasser trying to rob me of my peace. There are cracks somewhere within me I hope one day to repair, sealing forever the places the thief finds its way in, until that day I’ll continue to fight, and I’ll continue to win.

Anxiety, visceral disquietude buried deep inside, engaging me in battle. This enemy may knock me down with doubt and fear and lies, oh, but I will rise.

cRc

Written in response to The Daily Post – Visceral 

 

Daily Haiku Challenge – Booknvolume Blog

Morgan, at the Booknvolume blog, is running a Daily Haiku Challenge, and I kind of love haiku, and I always love a good challenge as well. Believe it or not, Haiku can prove quite challenging.

The goal of haiku is to fit something filled with meaning into three short lines consisting of 17 syllables in total, it needs to invoke feeling, and make sense. This is how I’ve always thought of haiku.

Traditional Japanese haiku is, for lack of a better way to say it, simple complexity. I’ll likely never master it, but I do enjoy trying.

A recent walk around the neighborhood served up inspiration, and fortunately, I was able to capture it . . .

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Nature thrives divine
despite effort made by man
to maintain control

cRc

Tanka Poetry Challenge, Lady & Portrait

 

Rambling Writer hosts a weekly tanka poetry challenge and I was happy to find it! Currently, this fun challenge is on week 59 . . .

I love tanka poetry, like haiku, the form utilizes a set number of lines and syllables. Haiku consists of three lines, with 5/7/5 syllables respectively, while tanka consists of 5 lines, with 5/7/5/7/7 for its syllable count.

Portrait and Lady are the two words chosen to tickle the tanka bone. My creative juices have been but a trickle of late, thank you, Rambling Writer, for some much needed inspiration.

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Leonardo da Vinci “Virgin on the Rocks”

Master of each stroke
caressing canvas with brush,
chiaroscuro,
giving pigment breath of life,
portrait of a lady fair

cRc

Word Nerd – Word of the Day – Aeonian

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Brought to you in part today, by too much coffee, a love of words, and a desire not to do laundry . . .

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Do you have a favorite word? 

I love words, most words. I could never choose a favorite, but there are some words that always come to mind – ONE of my favorites . . .

Zephyr

Now I must find another word to amuse myself with, the laundry isn’t going anywhere . . .

If I Came With a Warning Label

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I found this Mini Writing Prompt challenge on the Brave and Reckless blog, and as per my usual, I’m late to the party. That’s a little misleading, I usually skip parties, BUT bloggy parties – now that’s more my speed.

This prompt prompted readers and writers to wax poetic about what their warning labels might say. I actually think I would have more than one (or three). I’d be curious to see what cautions my family would warn of. I may have to follow up on that. For now, though . . .

– If I came with a warning label –

The corners would
likely be peeled
like ancient scrolls of old,
evidence of times
I’d tried to remove it.
The faded words would say
handle with care –
contents may be
fragile, combustible,
easily shattered.
Keep in a cool, quiet space
filled with light and love.
May wield words against you
or wrap you within their solace.
Must never be placed
within a box,
requires room to fly freely
and a safe place to land.
May not always
behave as expected.

Handle with care –
contents may be fragile.