Path to peace is circuitous – having been modeled unrest, schooled in denial… Expectation envisions a grassy peninsula – gently rolling greens and tranquil blue waters – predictability that lulls I am accustomed to together – the perpetual state of empathic measuring – one’s values aligned to another’s emotional indicator Looking outward, I contemplate; force-feed […]
Slippers, perched at night stand, twitching impatiently, mark the absence of feet, cannot appreciate the meaning of unruffled bed covers. Abandoned, a coffee mug bemoans its curdling contents, complains of thick brown lines contaminating its porcelain shine, has not noted absence of hands. Chair, pushed back from desk, in partial rotation, sits awkwardly, commanding attention, […]
A river of people move motivated by preservation, hands tightly grasping hands, a prayer for union in the midst of unfathomable hardship – they sacrifice for a promise of safety, a chance to ensure a productive life, hope. Politicians stand on the banks Casting stone-words, clouding the surface of intent, distorting agendas, interpretations – ripples […]
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Thank you so much for this fantastic entry in Manic Monday’s prompt!
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You are so welcome. Look forward to the next prompt.
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Wow! Superb!
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I wondered what I would do with those creepy photos, lol.
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That one is my personal photo taken from the inside of a van while touring Ireland on a stormy evening. You’re welcome to use it in a post
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So eerie.
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I thought so too. I’m glad I kept it instead of deleting as a bad photo. I felt mysterious, brooding….loved it through the rain soaked glass. Although my mind goes to mystery, intrigue, foreboding etc, it can also be seen as shelter in the storm.
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It can, but it was so much more fun focusing on the dark side.
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