Some say that they are in the way
But I am glad they’re there.
They’re still and bright and love the light
Projecting pink through day and night
To scare away despair.
Photo: “Pink Guardians of the Entrance”. I am linking this to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with the theme of “the stillness and the light” and to trablogger’s Mundane Monday.
The fantasy of stony stuff
Is that it counts more real
Than anything that we can know
By feeling how we feel.
Text: I am linking the poem to dVerse Open Link Night hosted by Gayle.
Photos: I am linking the two photos, “Pebbles”, above, and “Stones”, below, to Frank Jansen’s Tuesday Photo Challenge with the theme “stones”.
A sweet maiden frolicked in the fairy glen by its flowing waters swatting mosquitoes.
A brave knight saw her and halted his steed. “Fair maiden, you wander in the enchanted glen. Did mosquitoes bite you?”
“Many have tasted my innocent blood. Many have I dispatched to their fiendish hell. I trust, sir knight, you have returned with glorious kills from the Draconis Mountains?”
“That is true, fair maiden. The dragons who haunt those heights have breaths so foul they have long addled the souls of many a woeful warrior but I have succeeded where others have failed.” The knight dismounted. He reached into his bag and produced a bottle of Fairy Godmother’s Feisty Mosquito Repellent. “It’s the best on the market and it’s only $3.49 today.”
The maiden carefully scanned the many reviews on her phone. “Almost five stars and a better price. I’ll take two bottles.” She opened her bag and produced a bottle of Merlin’s Dragon Breath Neutralizer. “It’s only $6.98 today.”
The knight eagerly bought a bottle and they lived happily ever after.
I’m linking this to Sue Vincent’s Flow #writephoto. She provided the photo for the prompt.
I am also grateful to Christopher Fielden for accepting this as Story 158 of Lesley’s Nifty Nib-Nibbling Nonsensical Narrative Writing Challenge.
Equinox: That time of year when the Sun doesn’t know if it is better to enlighten us or leave us in the dark.
Linked to Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday.
What will help me levitate
Above my shallow, mundane state,
Paint my dreams in shocking true
From patient red to brilliant blue?
Where’s the shift that turns the night
Into the mysteries of light
And lets the words that stray today
Be only those you’d have me say?
Text: Linked to dVerse Poetics. Bjorn is hosting with the theme of questions.
Photos: “The Shoin House at the Chicago Botanic Garden”, above, and “Morning Observations”, below, by the author.
I rarely descend to the existential depths of metaphysical dread. Why would anyone want to? Besides there’s nothing down there. That’s why it’s dreadful. Why get all miserable over nothing? Sanity stays on the bright surface with the breathable air and the cleansing rain. Or, to put it in other words: don’t look down–the deeper depth is toward the sky. That leads me to my problem. Although I don’t have anything particularly dreadful to write about, which should make the sophisticated and critical reader question my allegiance to the dark side, I no longer have any motivation to shut up.
SMILING LETS ONE BE
SEASONS’ PLAYFUL METERS RHYME
TIME TO LIVE FORGIVE
Text: Linked to dVerse Haibun Monday. Bjorn is hosting. Toni provided the prompt why do we write in the way we do? I am not sure if I answered it.
I am also linking this to Debbie Roth’s Forgiving Fridays because it occurred to me when I woke this morning that if I really want to levitate to a deeper depth I will have to stop weighing myself down with making sure karma is distributed equitably. There’s plenty of karma to go around.
Photos: “Water Flowers”, above, and “At the Chicago Botanic Garden”, below, by the author.
“Am I so pretty you would take a picture of me?” Yes.
Photos: “Stump”, above, and “Mundane Fungus”, below, by the author. I’ve linked both to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with the theme “fungi” as well as trablogger’s Mundane Monday.
When I read Dale’s prompt I asked myself, “Where am I going to find a fungus?” A voice said, “Go to the botanic garden.” I replied, “I’ve never seen a fungus there. It’s too clean.” The voice responded, “Go to the woods in the botanic garden.” I walked to the Mary Mix McDonald Woods and followed the trail until it forked. “Now where?” The voice responded, “Take the boardwalk.” At the end of the boardwalk I saw the fungus. “I’ll have to step off the trail.” The voice responded, “Stop whining and take the photo.” It was the only fungus I saw all day, but I had no need to see another.
After Michael saw the ghost he understood. What he understood he would not say. True knowledge should not be made so literal that any monkey could understand it.
Anne sympathized with him but she thought his deranged prefrontal whatchamacallit generated the ghost. Otherwise why was he locked up with her?
Michael told her she could escape with him through the skylight of the cell. Anne said she would consider it. That was the only reason Michael told the ghost to wait.
Text: Linked to Sue Vincent’s #writephoto .
It is now also Story 100 in Christopher Fielden’s 81 Words, a project attempting to “set a Guinness World Record for the most contributing authors published in an anthology”. They have 102 stories so far and need 898 more as of 8:38 AM CST today.
Photo: Sue Vincent provided the photo for the prompt.
By night your brilliant eyes delight
And wait up late to comfort me.
When the Sun descends you’re bright.
You crowd the Moon with company.
Text: Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar. Björn hosts with the theme of creative metaphor. I am hoping the “eyes” are a metaphor for the lights turned on in buildings at night.
Photo: “View from Division and Lasalle in Chicago” by the author and linked to Frank Jansen’s Tuesday Photo Challenge with the theme “dark”.
Getting on a spaceship for Mars is one of my favorite things not to do.
Linked to Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 