each valued experience
a perspective ours alone
an interpretation through our lens
our brains imbue us with shading
while simultaneously seeking order
giving our perspective a well-rounded notion of things
we attach value
based on reflective assumptions
each interaction can fill us, leave us feeling defeated…
…and every other shift on the spectrum of human experience
everything wrong happened to you
tender young limbs savaged at the hands of a monster
leaving you a fragmented version
along came i making it all right
your sickness, our dysfunction
enabling they call it
facillitating love’s demise
this will end me too, or
Inspired by Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Happiness & Reena’s Exploration Challenge #186 – We don’t need you to make us feel safe, because you made us feel brave.
always cursing the heavens
while life constantly threw itself at us
but yet
despite the struggles all around
the misfortunes endured
we found our way back to happiness
somehow grateful for the experience
and the lessons taught
the grief of loss
showed us we could endure
the reverent conversations with mother nature
went something like this…
“we don’t need you to make us feel safe, because you made us feel brave“
we had to be
Even with the despair in both the image and poetry, there is still hope. I thoroughly enjoyed the emotional ride both took me on.
Without Love by Goff James
Poem Attribution © goffjamesart/photography/poetry
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Image Attribution © Serj Fedulov, Loneliness, (Date Unstated)
Source Attributionhttps://www.saatchiart.com/art/Painting-Loneliness/324530/215097/view
i hope i leave this world
pretty
and not in the sense
that i’ve treated it well
(although i did)
with my presence
and not that i vainly want
to be good looking when i do
i mean
i don’t want to be jaded
not ruined by it
and not consumed wholly by the living of it
you know
exit classy, sassy and a little bad-assy
leave with a smile on my face
because i enjoyed the ride tremendously
Inspired by Sadje’s What do you see #87
surprise bringing joy
ten tiny fingers and toes
smiles that melt my heart
This piece can take you in many directions, but for me, it resonates that this is a story of a woman who is in control of her life. What does it say to you?
Cloaked in red, she stands in prayer
What lurks behind, she is unaware
Within her hands she holds the key
To unlock this forest’s mystery
But she is the only one to know
Will never let these secrets go
Though another lies in wait
For that perfect moment, unlock the fate
Of all who dwell within these woods
To release the forest’s ghostly goods
At last she senses, this maiden fair
Of who he is, she best beware
As he creeps closer, where she stands
And reaches out his unearthly hands
In hopes he can retrieve this key
Believes it belongs to only he
One more step, he is oh so near
And just like that, she disappears
Never able to uncover the mystery
It is locked away, the key, with she.
©2021 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Image by Karen Nadine from Pixabay
I began to pour the whiskey; the drought detrimentally hits my psyche. My melancholy was a symbol of how low things had gotten.
Yet, the history of farming has shown us we could still get a sign that things would get better; maybe we will eventually have a week of rain where our crops would thrive, and we could slide into the red with our harvest. Our human rights end as we want to experience them, end with the constant onslaught of a tested life, bringing hardship to the people. Thankfully, the government helps us during these crises with subsidies.
The sound of you vibrates love.
