Freedom whispers…
Don’t stay in the lines
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #271: Whisper
Whisper
Tag Archives: Prose
Walk?
Why walk when you can ride?
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #204: Walking
Grace
Grace does not come easily. It is a product of hard work and rugged determination. It is the steadfast willingness to move through the pain without blame, shame or disappointment. It is the ability to drown out the noise and attack life with laser like focus. It is the resolve to rise above the messiness of all that is human and embrace all that is beautiful.
Struggling
To keep my shit
In one sock
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #159: Rugged
Compassion
Your last Christmas
Wrapped in our festivities
Exhausted old dog
I took this picture on Christmas Day 1983. I got dear, sweet Muttley when I was eight years old. He wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed but he was fuzzy and lovable. He would have been about thirteen in this photo and by then he had cataracts and was fairly deaf. He was so tired after all the excitement of gift opening that we were able to pile the wrapping paper on top of him and he never once stirred. He had been hit by a bus as a puppy and as a consequence suffered seizures about every six months for the rest of his life. About four months after this photo was taken, he went into a permanent seizure. I took him to the vet before heading to work and they said they would sedate him to see if he would come out of the seizure. After work I went to see how he was doing and it was clear he was never going to recover. It was then I realized my selfishness in trying to keep him alive that day. Feelings of compassion finally took over and I did the right thing. I said goodbye and let my childhood pup go.
In response to Patrick Jennings A Pic and a Word Challenge #33: Compassion
Higher Power
Intangible faith
The universal language
Of humans on earth
As spirituality and belief in a higher power or “God” is a universal sentiment, are human brains wired to believe in God because it is real or do we believe in God because is it a survival mechanism?
Faith that there is something beyond the gate is what propels us forward both as individuals and as a species. So as long as the universe has its way does it really matter if God is real? Life and the universe are no less miraculous.
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #12: Faith
Alone
Looking up towards the darkening sky
That sense of wonderment
Asking that age old question
“The” question
Who are we?
How did we come to be?
What is our place in the universe?
-Are we alone?
In response to Sylvain Landry’s SL-WEEK # 16: Alone
Time Machine
The changes she saw
In her hundred year long life
Human time machine
My grandmother lived to be one hundred and a half. Born in 1908, these are just some of the changes she saw in her lifetime:
Horses to cars
Outhouses to indoor plumbing
Homemade to store bought
Electric appliances
The zipper
Home radio
Television
Invention of antibiotics
Aerosol cans
Biplanes to jets
Rockets
Paper to plastic
Paper to digital
Computers
Landlines to cellphones
Humans exploring deep sea
Humans exploring outer space
What an amazing time to have been alive.
In response to the Weekly Photo Challenge: Change
sleep with “daki kago”, part 2
Yosa Buson:
sleep with “daki kago”!
as with a one-night harlot at Fushimi
exchanging lovers’ talks.
Chèvrefeuille:
sleeping alone
the spring breeze
comforts me
Response:
Spider gently sways
Asleep with daki kago
Trapped moth’s good night kiss
I loved this challenge. After putting together sleep with “daki kago”, part 1, I could not get Chèvrefeuille’s example above out of my head. My mind kept seeing the basket weave of the daki kago similar to a spider’s web. So here is my second attempt. Again, I seem to have a darker, survivalist spin to mine or perhaps I was just hungry…….
In response to CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI: Carpe Diem My Favorite Haiku By … #4 Buson’s sleep with “daki kago”
sleep with “daki kago”, part 1
Yosa Buson:
A bat flits
in moonlight
above the plum blossoms.
Response:
Bats swarming at dusk
Dark cloud gathers to feed
In search of winged prey
Once again Chèvrefeuille has a great challenge: to share and be inspired by your favorite haiku written by Yosa Buson (1716-1784), one of the “big-five” haiku poets. This was a great challenge for me as I had not read much of Buson’s work. I chose this haiku not only because of its beautiful imagery but because I am quite fond of bats. They are a wonderful part of our ecosystem yet they suffer from an undeserving, very bad reputation. Bats also symbolize autumn and upcoming Halloween (which also plays into their bad reputation). My response is not as serene as Buson’s but it is a behavior that I find fascinating nonetheless.
In response to CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI: Carpe Diem My Favorite Haiku By … #4 Buson’s sleep with “daki kago”
Under a Baller Moon
Born of violence
Earths celestial neighbor
Cosmic punching bag
4.5 billion years old
Puppeteer to rhythmic tides
Humankind’s curiosity driven quest for discovery is so strong that it propelled us from exploring different continents to exploring different worlds on both the cosmic and sub-atomic level. We are putting the answers to our universal puzzle together one piece at a time. The moon has a special meaning to me. It is my quintessential symbol of human exploration and discovery because I am old enough to have witnessed the first moon walk live. I only wish I could be present for all great discoveries.
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #1: Discovery
Dancing Echoes 
You must be logged in to post a comment.