Poetic Healing

Really excited to be nominated for this, but also a little humbled to be chosen. I don’t consider myself a clever writer, I just write what’s in my head at the time. I wrote my 1st ever poem just over a year ago and I seem to have found a new voice, it may not be the loudest, the strongest or even the brightest but it’s mine and the fact people seem to hear me is the jam in my doughnut. Thank you so much for everyone who has ever stumbled on my page, even if by accident, but come in, sit down, and share my doughnut. 🙂

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Friday Fictioneers is once more open for business. A piece of 100 word flash fiction  based on a weekly photo prompt. Addictive, entertaining and so laced with calories you’ll need bigger knickers. Follow the link and get your comfortable pants out.

This weeks photo copyright : Melanie Greenwood

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Treading Water

Wednesday already, nooooooooo. But Friday Fictioneers makes the fast ebbing week so much sweeter. 100 words of fiction based on the photo prompt provided. I’ve gone deep again, not sure why, could be a vitamin deficiency, a change in the weather or maybe even a yeast infection…. Whatever the cause I’m sure its not contagious so get yourselves over and follow the link, ff99-the-reclining-gentleman

Photo Copyright : The Reclining Gentlemen

When the clouds begin to darken and the sun retreats in fear, there’s a whisper in the silence that very few can hear. Like the patter of rain on water and the ripples that spread out wide, the breath of an ant in motion and the flutter of a falling leaf.

When guilt has you treading calm water, beware of the current beneath, for silence is never total, just as absolution is never absolute. There are secrets that can never be silenced and regret that can drown you from within. So while the rhythm of life keeps flowing, remember that remorse is just learning how to swim. 

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I wasn’t happy with my first attempt but as I had so many comments I thought I’d better leave it up, but there’s an amended version below that I think works better. Experimenting doesn’t always work, though that doesn’t mean its not worth trying :

When the clouds begin to darken and the sun retreats in fear, there’s a whisper in the silence that very few can hear. Like the patter of rain on water and the ripples that spread out wide, the breath of an ant in motion and the flutter of your heart inside.

When you’re guilty of treading water, beware of the current beneath, for silence is never total, just as absolution is never obsolete. There are secrets that can never be silenced and regret that can drown from within. When the rhythm of life is flowing, remorse is just learning how to swim.

Retreat

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Original Photo : www.flickr.com/photos/joaosemmedo/15064679201

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There’s a part of my soul,

That no one can own,

It’s a place I retreat to,

A place I call home,

It anchors my dreams,

And shelters my hope,

Offers me comfort,

When I cannot cope,

It catches my tears,

Diluting my sorrows,

Casts away heartache,

And frees my tomorrows.

1st Place

Wednesday is the new Friday. Time again for the weekly foray into Friday Fictioneers. A 100 words of fiction based on the weekly photo prompt. Addictive, compulsive and oh so entertaining. Follow the link and join in the party, the music is good, the refreshments are free and the toilets are spotless.

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Photo Copyright : Douglas M. Mcilroy

Emily was drowning under a lifetime of 2nd place rosettes, she was never quite enough; the quintessential nearly there, the almost made it, the must work harder.  Not today. Today she’d be first.

She did another check, all there, every item on the scavenger list.

The prize giving was still held up while the police removed the body. The zip on the body bag stopping at the 6” knife forcibly planted in the chest of last year’s winner.

Agitation and excitement threatened her composure but 1st place would soften the blow of the missing knife from her mother’s kitchen set.