(Photo taken – Wellington, 27th April 2014)
Monthly Archives: April 2014
Poem of the day : Rain
by KAZIM ALI
With thick strokes of ink the sky fills with rain.
Pretending to run for cover but secretly praying for more rain.
Over the echo of the water, I hear a voice saying my name.
No one in the city moves under the quick sightless rain.
The pages of my notebook soak, then curl. I’ve written:
“Yogis opened their mouths for hours to drink the rain.”
The sky is a bowl of dark water, rinsing your face.
The window trembles; liquid glass could shatter into rain.
I am a dark bowl, waiting to be filled.
If I open my mouth now, I could drown in the rain.
I hurry home as though someone is there waiting for me.
The night collapses into your skin. I am the rain.
~~~
The show
(100-word flash fiction)
THE SHOW
The lead guitarist was missing and the crowd was getting restive. Jerry, frantic, was about to improvise when there emerged an elderly man carrying a guitar case. He slowly walked over to Steve’s place.
“Steve couldn’t come.” He quietly answered Jerry’s angry, questioning glare. “I am his father. I’ve come to take his place. The show must go on, shouldn’t it?”
That night the guitar sang of pride, childhood, loss and triumph. It was spellbinding.
After they closed, Jerry invited Mr.Faulkner over for a drink.
“What happened to Steve?”
Mr.Faulkner’s tired face crumpled.
“He had a heart attack. He’s gone.”
~~~
Written for the amazing group Friday Fictioneers led by Rochelle. For the photo prompt below –
Poem of the Day : Earth Day
by JANE YOLEN
I am the Earth
And the Earth is me.
Each blade of grass,
Each honey tree,
Each bit of mud,
And stick and stone
Is blood and muscle,
Skin and bone.
And just as I
Need every bit
Of me to make
My body fit,
So Earth needs
Grass and stone and tree
And things that grow here
Naturally.
That’s why we
Celebrate this day.
That’s why across
The world we say:
As long as life,
As dear, as free,
I am the Earth
And the Earth is me.
~~~
On the rocks
Today is Earth Day.
Hope the Earth is happy with the way we are treating it.
(Akatarawa Forest, Wellington, February 2013)
Image
The fading light
(shot at Canberra, Australia, Nov 2013)
The fitting – haiku
.
I try on poems
like clothes to see which fits
my soul
~~~
Music – haiku
.
angel dust, rain song
the beat ‘neath butterfly wings
Mozart
~~~
Nature – haiga
The spinster
(100-word flash fiction)
THE SPINSTER
1994
She finds the abandoned baby one dark evening in the bushes outside her house. Her orphan, spinster heart overflowing with love she herself has never known, pours it into his tiny life.
2004
Like a tidal wave, his ‘real’ parents crash land, accuse her of ‘kidnapping’, threaten to get her arrested, finally leave with him, leaving her lost, broken and crumpled like a wasted ruin. She picks herself up and plods on.
2014
She is late returning to an empty home from her retirement party. As she pushes open the gate, a young man steps out of the shadows.
~~~
Written for the amazing group Friday Fictioneers led by Rochelle. For the photo prompt below –
Just Joyfulness 