I bounce along the clouds as they form a path before me like cobbled stepping stones solid and multi-hued but translucent to the light that pours from the sky through me, through the clouds through the stones reaching down I pluck a yellow daffodil as the clouds begin to whirl and shift beneath my feet until they part, leaving me standing in clear air
Linda Lee Lybergis our host for quadrille this week and has given us the challenge of “Magic” We could all use a little magic right now.
Looking for Magic
A dandelion wish blown to the wind a grandchild’s kiss my heart to mend look to the rainbow look to the moon look for the magic you’ll find it soon magic of words gentle and kind just look for magic and magic you’ll find
“Whether it’s the God of War or the Red Planet, write your haibun that alludes to Mars. Remember, a haibun is combination of prose and haiku. For the purposes of this prompt, the prose may be non-fiction or speculative. The haiku, while not needing to be in the 5-7-5 syllabic format, must include a kigo (season word) and present a complement of seemingly divergent images, such that there is a moment of insight.”
Mars and Venus
Mars rises in the eastern sky this morning. Twinkling dimly as the blues and violets of night give way to the dazzling orange crimson of dawn. A fleeting flirtatious wink in the sky, passionate promises. Venus rises tonight, bright and glowing reaching her climax. Mars draws near like a lover hoping to steal kisses in the shadows. Impassioned lovers, always together, eternally apart. For a moment they can almost touch, but not. As Mars retreats and Venus twinkles with unshed tears in the western sky, I sigh.
Cartwheeling through time Mars and Venus wink, flirting Winter cold lips kiss
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 some reason this picture brought memories of a friend we lost last year at the age of 14. Of a time when the world boils down to a simple question that has no answer. For the What do you see challenge, with a nod for inspiration to dVerse Prosery.
Moments for Choices
There are moments caught between heartbeats when stars blur into faded light on dirty streets
In the middle of blizzard spaces between snowflakes fill with silence between the tears of soul chilling heartbreak
when the world boils down to words that all seem so absurd and all the vision fades from sight which one do you want the brown coffin, or the white?
Kim from Writing in North Norfolk, hosts Prosery, when we are asked to write a very short piece of prose that tells a story, with a beginning, a middle and an end, in any genre of our choice.
As it’s flash fiction, we have a limit of 144 words; an additional challenge is to hit 144 exactly. The special thing about Prosery is that we give you a complete line from a poem, which must be included somewhere in your story, within the 144-word limit. Our line is“There are moments caught between heartbeats“
There are moments, and then there are moments. There are moments that make you and moments that break you. For a Warrioress of the Way, there are moments caught between heartbeats, like the space between raindrops filled with nothing and everything at the same time. Chalize stood in that moment, silent rain falling yet dry, heart beating but not yet. Her senses beheld her world in crystalline perfection, the glint of the sun on moonstone, the cool hardness of steel beneath her hand, the crunching leaves of steps approaching. Choices to be made, to fight or flee, to live or die. For a Warrioress of the Way life was difficult. Out here away from the temple though it seemed so very precious. In that moment, Chalize made her choice to live a moment more, fight another day. In that moment she turned and ran.