Ok, really, I'm not in the middle of some soul searching quest to find myself. I'm just trying to be funny. I'm not so good at that, apparently.
I hung out with one of my roomies most of the day. Meaning, I subjected her to dealing with my chatter, questions, bothersome presence. I dragged her to the mall to come with me to pick up my online order of clothes. Even after me dragging her around and wandering like a dolt, she bought me a thai tea. I cannot, I repeat with the utmost emphasis, drink enough thai tea. That glorious, cream and orange colored drink is strongly brewed Ceylon tea, mixed with sweetened condensed milk.
Another task of the day was to bathe the furious furballs. Three cats, three baths, almost no injuries. Its not an insurmountable task, just so you know. Everyone is so afraid to try, that bathing a cat is just not attempted. My Punky was raised with monthly bathes and Morgana introduced to it rather later. I usually don't get anything worse than scratched. Sadly, one debilitating injury was sustained this time. I stubbed my toe on the door guard to the bathroom.
Onto the real reason I keep this blog. To get on track with my writing. I know its only been about two weeks of posting, but I really want to get back into practice of posting new material.
I want to do two prompt days a week. Starting next Tuesday, if someone doesn't happen to shout me a random prompt, via facebook, twitter, or DeviantArt, I'll start using a random generator to create a theme and do a flash fiction for it.
I know, boring, boring, boring, capital B boring.
Poem incoming.
This poem is a practice in duality. On each side is a picture of the same emotion, taken in the light and dark.
Light
I am the spirit within the preening stag.
Urging
him onward to clash with bravado
his
branching antlers against his rivals'
for
the attention of the hinds in the rut.
I
am the muse of the daydreaming writer,
inspiring
the fancies of his world within,
to
sprawl across the page, a haphazard map
of
his inner mind.
I
am the love in the heart of the growing child,
watching
as her mother works to fill the father's
empty
place. She reaches out to hold
her
mother's hand, a strength she strives to match.
I
am the pride of the graceful dancer
as
she spins across empty floor to music
only
she can hear, not caring if the world
watched
her as melody guided her feet.
I
am the honor of the fighting man,
defending
the land reverent to his heart.
To
life and death does he march, to ensure
the
sound sleep of his family as he is abroad.
I
am the dawning joy of the new mother
as
she counts the pudgy pink fingers
on
the small clenching fists and breathes
in
the sweet smell of her firstborn.
Dark
I am the hunger of the night stalker
aching to be sated in the warm flow,
falling from the veins of my latest kill.
Only to rise again, to strike when I feel fit
I am the nightmares
haunting the sleeper,
stealing their rest
to hoard in my lair, broodingas a dragon over the invaluable moments of peace,
the true monster hiding in the dark spaces.
I am the obsession brewing in the spurned suitor
as he pursues the one who jilted him around his world.
So if he may not have this precious prize
then none shall behold her beauty at all.
I am the hubris
swallowing the pontificating over pious
who assume themselves
better than god to judgeand cast those aside, unequal in their eyes
And ignore the bloodstains covering their filthy robes.
I am the hatred of the harsh opinionated few
pushing their ideas down the gullet of our lives,
to see the lies ooze out our mouths and down
our necks like tainted blood and tears.
I am the sorrow drowning the newly widowed
as she watches half her soul slip into down
into cold heartless soil. Her hands grasp
a forgotten book as tears fall unchecked.
~~~~~
Shoot me a topic or theme for my prompt nights. It can be on any of my social media accounts.
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With that, I'm calling it a night, lovelies.
Sleep well, and Sweet dreams
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