Merildsmith is hosting Poetics at dVerse and bids us “I’d like you to think about impermanence, things that are transient, or things that have passed their time. If you want to stick to the seasons, nature, or the weather, that’s fine, but I’d like to challenge you to try to come up with something different or unusual.”
Constancy of Change
What do we hold on to in a world where the only constant is change
Words that spoke of love passed and slipped away with the impermanence of Spring
In a universe where even brightest stars burn out and skies remain empty at the loss
Who is to say what is eternal and what is transient hope still beats strong within my heart
For in this universe of transience and temporal impermanence only one thing remains sure
You and Me. Always.
The Best Thing that Ever Happened To Me ~ Gladys Knight
For Maria Antonia’s picoftheweek 2020. I’m playing catch up again this week. Somehow I seem to keep getting distracted. OK, OK, I know, surgery, fatigue, sleep, snow, Spring ….. ahhhhhhhhhhh! My theme for this week is (was) Tucked Away. I found this sweet little fairy garden tucked away between the road and the driveway to a private home while strolling the streets in Queenstown, NZ.
At the end of the trail tucked away under the hill hidden deep in the dale there lay a tiny house not even big enough for the smallest mouse out by the bushes so green stood the smallest fairy that has ever been seen
Mish is hosting dVerse Quadrille this week and has beckoned us with the prompt of “peel.” Late winter in the Black Hills with spring just around the corner is all about change, peeling back the layers of winter snow to catch a glimpse of the promise of warmer days to come.
Peel Back the Layers
Slither out of yesterday’s dream peel back the layers and start again like a snake whose skin has grown too tight peel back the layers of the inevitable march of time peel back the layers one by one learning to walk before we run
For Ludwig’s Monday Window Challenge. I was stargazing last night, something I like to do whenever the weather permits. Just before true dark I spied Venus continuing her path through Aries, and Rigel burning brightly at the base of Orion. Then my eyes wandered to the dimming specter of Betelgeuse the red star on Orion’s shoulder.
“The rain will come, and the seeds will sprout, for the dark is the soil in which they grow, and it is the clouds above them, and it waits behind the star that gives them light. The dark’s patience is infinite. Eventually, even stars burn out.” –Matthew Stover – Revenge of the Sith
Lament of a Star
Lavender skies above me in the window between dusk and dark Venus shines brightly Rigel lovingly winks while Betelgeuse breathes his last
OK so I don’t normally do “redos” … but I’m making an exception for the What Do You See Challenge this week. Although I needed to write “Moments for Choices” it’s tragic and well… sad. So here is a different take on What I See. You can read another short take on Mrowl in the 2/9/20 WDYS challenge.
Princesses at Play
Princess Willowhair dashed through the corridors of the castle, giggling and screeching with wild toddler delight. Behind her ran her guardian, a large cricat known as Mrowl, Princess of the Crystal Paws Clan. Cricats were a large species of feline with silky fur and crystalline eyes. Many of the cricat clans were bound to the great houses of the Davarian Empire and Queen Subilliet loved them for their sheer beauty and intelligence. She watched with amusement as her only child streaked naked through the halls. With two final great bounds, Mrowl was within distance and pounced on the little princess bringing her down on the padded carpet outside the royal nursery. Willowhair wriggled and laughed as Mrowl dragged her rough tongue across the little princess’ nose. “Gotcha!” Mrowl purred in her silky voice, gently herding the wayward princess back to her mother.