The Bourbon will help me forget
My dusty world filled with memories
Nothing but images as proof
Tenuous strands, hints of what was
Illusions or thoughts, much the same
One never was real
Other cut to fit empty spaces
Both lie on the floor trampled
Recent ideas stir dust bunnies
They gather and hide pieces
Distant memories hid in dust
Footprints the only sign of change
They belong to Noone now
I stand in background
I’ve been here before
My eyes see everything as you
My mind works differently
I see the mistakes and possibilities
I’ve made the most of both
I’m that voice telling you something
My pull on you is weak
I’m the reflection in the mirror
It only looks like I point opposite
Behind me in the shadows are we
Traces of the past hoping for a moment
I come from yesterday and ten years ago
The shine in your eye was once mine
The next time I see that spark
It’ll be in the past with me
Another page, another image that make
Photo credit: Joy Pixley
An old man peers down a stairwell. His tiny flashlight meets the modem convenience of motion detector controlled lighting. His aged eyes claw at shadows to make out figures. Nothing comes into focus.
From stories up his castle has keep him safe. From the outside, it’s well worn weathered face shows little of value here. The floors creak and moan. Walls pop and the day time heat leaves through the roof. Much like the old man, it lies in perpetual half awake mode.
A small boy scurried across the floor. A bouncing ball leads him.
“Mommy ate the ghosts here?” A fragile voice of innocence carries.
“No, darling! Ghosts are just for scary stories.” Mommy replies from an unseen place.
Ward looks down. “Sonny, look up and you’ll see one!”
The old man smiles. Another family to occupy his time at last.
Written as part of a challenge called Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers; details are available at https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2016/09/19/fffaw-challenge-week-of-september-20-2016/
Sighs become great roars
Breaths torturous torrents of air
Eyes grow wary to find things
Matter becomes insignificant
Mind fills in blanks
Heartbeats pulse in ears
The thud of leaves in the wind
Time suspends it’s motion
Moments are days
And still the world
Only in distress
Does silence become pain
The chained heart beats slower
Freedom but a thought
A long time ago, a wonderful person named https://sudershana.wordpress.com/2016/09/05/sunshinebloggers-award/
The Rules are to this award are:
- Thank the person who nominated you and link back to their blog –done.
- Answer 11 questions sent by person who nominated you .
- Nominate 11 blogs to receive the award and write 11 new question.
List the rules and display the Sunshine Blogger Award logo in your post and /or your blog.
So here the my questions and answers…
1. What is the best thing you have experienced after you have start blogging ? The people who take the time to read my posts or look at my pictures. There are so many people who I enjoy exchanging thoughts and messages with. It’s very fulfilling.
2. The most adventures person you have ever met? Actually, I may meet an 84 year old woman who was a teacher and volunteered to teach English in missionaries around the world during summer break. When Yugoslavia was behind the iron curtain (communist dictatorship), she went there with a name on a piece of paper in her early 30’s. She could speak French, English, and Latin (I know it’s only a written language). She traveled the world 56 countries doing this.
3. Who is the most important person in your life ? Why?
My wife would be that person. Although there are many things about her that drive me crazy, my life with her has been awesome. We have traveled the US extensively. Together we are moving to our dream location to stay the next chapter of our lives in high desert, small mountain town.
4. What is the best thing you have done during your college days ?
Well, there’s a lot of different answers I could use here. Most of them I’m sure I couldn’t be charged with anymore. In a kindly response, I worked with local school teaching physics and chemistry in a lab to freshman and sophomore high school kids. They were from poor neighborhoods. And we were told they were underprivileged, I had a couple tell me the same thing. I learned what a label can do to someone. They were as good as any kid in my middle classed school was.
5. Have you ever create the password by the name of your dear ones ? Who?
Only my first cat. For some reason, it seemed secure. But I have read so much about fishing and hacking, I wouldn’t use anyone’s name any more
6. Which is your best memory ?
This qualifiesad another tough question. We make to many memories in life. The most recent would be when I found out I had a transfer accepted to relocate to America’s Southwest. I will be working outside in a pave with broad horizons and a very mild four seasons
7. What is life for you ?
Life is finding another adventure. Embracing new things and old experiences. Seeing the world like a child and marveling in how amazing a place we live
8. What is the best thing you have done for your parents ?
My father passed away due to a rare glandular cancer. In his last year, I was able to help my parents get things in order fit his eventual passing. I helped my father with physical therapy so he could walk around the house with a walker. I added a stairway to let him access the rear deck on their house. I helped selling off trailer and car. It was sad to see my father subcome to a horrific disease, but it gave my parents peace knowing almost everything was taken care of ahead of time.
9.Is there any instance of kindness or humanity , you admire ?
I’m guessing on what the intention of the question is here. I have a great deal of respect for people who rescue animals. There are many times people have no business having pets. I have seen Pele move and leave an animal without food in a house figuringsomeone else will find the animal. I have seen peole make dogs vicious by leaving them to live outdoors with little human contact. These require people with hearts of gold to rehabilitate an distrout animal.
10.Any place you visited and wanted to visit back ?
The world full of them. As far as places I have only been once, Rocky Mountain National Park and Chechin Itza in Mexico would be highest in the list. It’s hard to beat a giant pyramid but I do love mountains
11. What is your favorite hobby , you usually do in your treasure time ?
My favorite hobby has become writing. It frees the mind and allows you to create images and people. But travel is the treasure time
Normally this section should be victim list. However, people I am in process of moving across a very large country. So it’s been weeks to fill this out. Since these questions worked my brain well….I’ll nominate anyone who reads this for this lovely award. ☺
I awoke from a dream
Nightmare with demons
Horrible people ran everything
Looks from the outside chilly
But awoke in place I know
The Sun is a bit brighter now
The voices are softer,friendly
I was gone awhile
Maybe I was a ghost
My happy place was all round
I was no stranger here
I just thought I was
He nervously twitches. His polebean shape emphasizes his skinny frame. His bowl style haircut is pure home grown. His smile a loose collection of slightly pointed teeth hidden by narrow lips. His skin lacks sufficent color. But he maintains a glowing smile.
It’s the new beginning. Willard turned of age at 21. His week very hectic. The adoptive home is longer a place for him. He left the dusty horsebarnfor the Casino worker life. No more shit boy jokes. The $50 a week pay is history. He has spread some wings. The roost that held him in has been opened. All those things to do when you’re free rush forth grabbing him by the ankle. The pulse of life beats strong. The pulse counted by machines that flash, chime, ding, create images of things unseen. There are no worlds he has witnessed. So this is everywhere.
His mind sees people as objects. Some recycled versions. Some characters of movies and shows. They are different from the black and white versions. But the faces seem so vaguely similar. It takes away the stigma home branded him with.