Category: Prose

A Tear In The Fabric

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We found a tear
In the fabric of the living.
Through it
We could feel the breeze of light.

Its warmth seemed genuine enough.

But as much as I flew
The light withdrew.
With each stroke
A little further away.

The masses hurtled by
Frantically saving
What was left
Of tattered wing and tail

Tornadoes grew
Borne of those blindfold efforts.
Ripping apart the weak
Snuffing out the light

single frame- multiple exposure photograph

I know this seems a little dark. I suppose global events are having some affect on me. However, I am not afraid. This time next year, this will be a memory. Perhaps a new paradigm for coming generations….perhaps not.
Be safe. Watch the sunrise, sunset, be grateful.
Peace to you

Clueless

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Standing on the bridge
Leaning over the rail
Like an impetuous child
I found the moon

He was resting
At the bottom of the lake

“Moon! Come out of there!”
“Leave me alone. I’m resting.”
“But Moon, it’s cold and dark down there!
 Let me help you out!”

Diving into the cold
Tree whispered
“Did he not say,
 Leave me alone?”

Her branches
Catapulted me
Back
Onto the bridge

I sat dripping
Cold
Poking my head through the railing
I called to moon

“Ok, I get it now
 I’ll leave you alone.
 Moon…..MOON!”
“I hear you!
 Now go away!”

That moon.
So grumpy.

multiple exposures

Afterlight

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When the sun goes down
There is an afterlight
Within the context of the artist
It is something to be pursued

We chase
After light

Not be confused
With afterlight
A relatively young word
At 215 years

Unused for some time
It registers misspelled
In autocorrect
Wait….
Autocorrect registers misspelled
In autocorrect

oils on canvas 16″x20″ “Twilight”

Dark Energy

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Thank you WP community for your positive energy!
I had to get that out of the way. This rant is not about anyone here.

I will be taking off work for the next week and will likely not post anything during that time.
What that means is I need to get everything to a state of manageability without my presence (at my workplace). Usually, a doable task that takes an hour or two out of the ordinary week.
As can happen. This week was an avalanche of contract reviewing, problem solving, fire extinguishing, etc. etc. That on top of what I am supposed to be doing.
Things pile up and the squeeze starts to happen. I feel it in my gut….in my bones. Little things become big things. I caught a cold. I overslept this morning. My poor wife caught my cold! Why did I let that happen! Pick up the slack…sign this…do that. Why did that guy just insult me? I don’t even know him! Why is everyone driving like they are comatose?

STOP!

Clear the mind.
Paper and pen. Write it all down. Prioritize. What must be done now? Assess feasibility for outcomes. How will this impact other scheduled duties? Assess feasibility for outcomes.
Identify issues.
Delegate fixes with end dates and follow ups. Enter them in the calendar for review when you return.
Will I need to take some work home with me? Yes. But, it is minimal. It can be accomplished without a visual interference to the family.
Done.
Implement.

I moved out of “management” four years ago, but it has followed me regardless. Such is the life of a salaried employee.

Everyone, have a good week. If you celebrate the holidays do so with all your might. Hug your loved ones every day. Look into their eyes, and smile…..that dark energy will melt away.

photomanipulation – Self Portrait –

Strays

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We are animals
We are not animals
Instinct in our blood
Reason in our minds

The night was long
Its cold walls
Falling on us
Like castles besieged

We flew through the towers
Picking up willing strays along the way

We were all strays
Looking to be led
Looking for strength
Hanging on to the sinew of words
That gave us wings

With such intense velocity
Tears escaped our eyes
Blowing off into infinity
Creating clouds of hope

Slowly
As dawn approached
We strays found our homes
Our place of belonging

We are animals
We are not animals

multiple exposure photograph