Intimate Nestle

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Toa Heftiba

comfort
a meaningful connection
allowing breathing space

skin on skin
eyes on eyes
schmooze with me

two voices speaking a common language
warm embrace that’ll linger
long past being intertwined as one

 

Inspired by Eugenia – BrewNSpew Cafe – 11/5/18

Emergent Possibilities

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Life beckons an awakening.
A lucky consciousness arrives.

The clan stakes a claim.
It begins again.

Walk, talk, survive.
Try to thrive.

Fun, work, and responsibilities.
It’s about balance, or not.

What do you choose?

Deeds in memories questioned.
Achievements and greatness or pain and defeat?

What do you leave behind?

 

Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge – Week 61

The Battle

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Hate. It’s insidious. Globally it’s been creeping back into our societies. We need to counter it in ways which protect and further goodness rather than reduce us in being the people who are the enemy.

But what does that look like?

Honestly, I don’t even know. I just feel that I’m not ready for the battle.

I imagine so many are feeling the same way. That is what might be the biggest problem facing us today. How do we get over feeling defeated and run-over? I wish that would change. But I don’t know if it can.

I’m left agonizing over what to do next. You too?

Inspired by Go Dog Go Cafe – Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge 10/30/18

End Of Innocence

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One of the most powerful art pieces from Burning Man: A sculpture of two adults after a disagreement, sitting with their backs to each other. Yet, the inner child in both of them simply wants to connect. Age has many beautiful gifts but one we could live without is the pride and resentment we hold onto when we have conflicts with others. The forgiving, free spirit of children is our true nature. Remember this when you feel stubborn.
~ https://me.me/i/one-of-the-most-powerful-art-pieces-from-burning-man-9259489~

 

seething in silence, hot tears to the inside

wanting resolution in a war of no words

terrified to lose you but only wanting to win

the walls are getting thicker, higher

harder to tear down

we are a problem not wanting to be solved

Ancestors

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Inspired by Eugenia’s Brew-n-Spew 10/29/18

Cindy whispered to her antique doll, Abigail, in her lap. Careful not to muss her up too much, she delicately arranged her position. While her mother cooked, the child nodded her head as she turned in her direction.

“Mama, when did Grandma Francis give you Abigail?” referring to her favorite doll.

“Let me think. I was probably about four years old just like you. My mom told me that her mother had gotten Abigail when she was four years old as well. Why do you ask?” Cindy’s mother replied.

“Oh, Abigail said Victoria owned her first. Do I know her?”