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Tag: friends
Amee Redden
Into the Sunrise of Albuquerque
The brilliant mass ascension,
five hundred plus hot air and gas balloons,
billowing a multitude of colors and shapes
while gracefully lifting up to the morning sky,
and removing all the air from the spectator’s lungs
as they gaze upward in awe.
The sunrise smiled
and accepted the new friends.
Sharing a Meal with Strangers
Chance encounters, the prelude to an enchanted evening.
Friends of friends, invitations warmly extended.
Festivities are dotted with good food, good people, and good drink.
A lifelong memory of the best of times with locals.
Going Down with the Sun
I watch from afar as the brave sail off a high cliff jutting sharply on the coastline, aiming their course directly towards the crescent of the sun. They hang in the air seemingly for an eternity until dipping too close to the turbulence of the ocean waves demands a return to the land. They ride out the last cushion of air to safety, and jubilant cheers from friends.
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Amee Redden started writing at a very young age, mostly stories from traveling with her family. Amee imagines she will one day retire in a place she has come across. This feature is her first on The Short of It.
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Reblogs – Candice Louisa Daquin & Jude Itakali
*From my research, I believe the original image (the right image) was created by the illustrator named. I’m not sure who did the flipped, black image and combined the two.
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It seems to me that when we find the right person or people, we should hold tight. Whether friend or lover, finding a safe harbor in this indiscriminate world gives us peace, comfort, and even strength.
Your skin collects starlight
ebony turns blue in dusk
we curl tighter till no division exists
the pounding emptiness I got so used to
dissolves.
The Artist of my Soul by Jude Itakali
Who are you that sees me so clear
A voyeur who prowls my soul
And drips between its layers
Daring to divulge
Secrets I did not know I had.
How in so short a time
Have you found what none has found in a lifetime
When did you become the artist of my life story
Deftly splodging my pain in patterns across the page
Depicting my fears in adroit designs of nervous hues
Smearing my dreams in lustrous colours and glossy paints
Are you a gift sent to make me whole
A match meant to be
Or are you a curse…
Bait dangled by fate
A taste of what will never be
Jude’s additional thoughts – While writing this, I kept asking myself; can a soulmate be merely a friend (be it a lifelong one), or is a soulmate meant to be a lover or partner?
Franca Basta
Peonies
The peonies blush,
gossiping and basking in
sun-kissed harmony.
Watermelons
Still
evenings.
Juicy fruit.
Slices passed round,
Each pip a story.
I listen in wonder.
Laughter, disbelief, shivers.
Friends gather in an inclusive
circle. Ice clinks in enamel jugs.
Slices of fruit, slices of times gone by.
Expectations
Yes!
Love it!
Thanks a lot!
What I wanted!
I walk out of the hairdressers and cry.
You know me too well
Who are you? Reading my private thoughts and
looking deep inside of me.
Who are you? Oh. It’s me.
*TRIGGER WARNING: CHILD ABUSE*
Innocence dies
Please stop.
Forget my room.
I don’t like your smell or
voice or skin or words or shape. Please
let me dream about fairies and chocolate.
I want my mummy’s arms.
Not yours. Not yours.
Please stop.
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Franca has an English tongue and Italian gesticulation. She’s been featured in various flash fiction anthologies and creative writing sites but felt the need to turn her hand to poetry. She loves to write with humour but sometimes the dark side of life comes to the fore. Pasta and chocolate always help. This is Franca’s first feature on The Short of It.
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Snow And Flakes
wacky, cool weirdness
awesome, unconventional
like only one kind
*You know who you are! 😉
Superdog
Inspired by Sadje’s What do you see #88
he knows when i’m sad
sniffs me, whines at me
and licks my hand
scrunching up
like a weighted blanket
into my lap
making it all better
he chooses me always
never leaving my side
my protector
my best friend
my hero
Rejoining The Human Race
Inspired by Sadje’s What do you see #82 and VJ’s Weekly Challenge – Read on
old faces reappear
with new ones making an entrace too
rejoicing the changed times
at big city meet ups
for celebrations freeing us
to be ourselves once again
sorrows and stories exchanged
hugs too
reconnecting to what once was
and holding on tighter now
a new reality begins for us
with renewed hope for a better future
Friends And Family
Picking the closest one is like choosing a favorite. Now, that might hurt feelings, and I don’t want to do that. Plus, I really can’t say I have just one, nor are they all blood relatives! I consider my real friends family.
I will feel close to people and open up to them when I know they accept and love me and allow me the space to be myself. The friends and family who feel the closest to me are those who can let me be just who I need to be at any given moment. Those relationships where I can let my guard down and feel safe. It’s been a process, literally years, to understand what I needed and get to this point of surrounding myself primarily with those who respected my thinking.
So that’s me, in a nutshell! 🙂
Richer
Inspired by Sadje’s Sunday Poser #3 & The Sunday Whirl #483
with wind prodding me towards home
tender reminders and gratitude
fill my essence as
i feed on the love shown me
no frill or pomp and circumstance
nor silver spoon of connections born
my friends, my tribe
they flow alongside my road traveled
no words mince, no hearts break
i transfer a kiss to my finger
with a smile and gratitude, place it firmly
on the lips of my family
The Rat Race
Inspired by Sadje’s What do you see #48
friends will sit with us
at the end of a hard day
softening events
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