In the darkest night of my soul, a #hollow scream echoes into the night. Then, #otherworldly silence falls. I catch a #notion of a draft, then realise the giant pendant. It #swings soundless. As it changes direction, a #splash of #cerise illuminates the #celestial canvas.
When I #glance|d at the snow globe with the #fox & the hare #cozy|ing, #water filled my eyes. This #impression! I had my act together, the loose ends rolled up to a neat ball of thread, but some events #traumatize a person. I closed my eyes, confident I'd solve my mind's #puzzle.
The crows tell their tales. Leaves #crunch under feet on #dozy afternoons. #Spirit soars as Winter's bride passes by one last time. Silver, with a #train of golden leaves. #Floral reminiscence. #Fulcrum of season's turn, before the #grove goes to sleep. #Cure for a weary heart.
The day started golden before #gray clouds moved in. Wind lifted leaves and sand fine like #powder. #Entwined in a dance, they twirled through the streets and #garbled the view. When his arms slid around her, she felt a surge like #fireworks. It was those #stolen moments that maintained her #resilience.
'Beware of dogs'.
#Beyond the fence with the sign lay a garden with a #birthday table. She saw the scene through an #hourglass made from #topaz, before the smell of #toast woke her up.
Pondering this #projection of her subconscious, she decided, there was no shame in asking for #help.
It was a day in #early #November. Somewhere, she heard a crow #lament, mirroring her #constitution. Picking shades from the #kaleidoscope on the pallet, she painted light into the grey, letting the darkness #contract and #fold.
#mpotd (a picture prompt)
When your world turns black, see through the illusion, so the thorn in your side won't become your gravestone. Take the thrill of the pain to wake up from the graveyard. Don't dread the darkness. Be the light. It's #Halloween, and the veils are thin tonight.
She sees the dragon and does not blink. The monster stares at her, opens its mouth, and breathes fire.
For a moment, panic rises inside, like the flames that surround her. She can feel the migration of atoms in her body, changing her, but not causing harm. One cannot deny the sigil has worked. No esoteric cult did this, but merely an open heart filled with love.
The flames ebb away, and the dragon smiles.
Trees swayed in the wind that carried a whiff of #frost. From the now nearly bare aspen, a #squirrel watched leaves floating down the rear access road, which was still #inundated by the last rainfall. For a moment, the old wound began to #smart. Symptoms of #recovery. Downstairs by the roadside, crows attempted to pick something out of the water, that looked like a dead rat, but they could not lift it.
The old #oak turns colour.
Shedding the #paltry idea of self-worth you have taught me, I come #undone. Tears run down my face to wash away the #BlackAndWhite pictures from the past. I pick up an #acorn and breathe in the petrichor. #Wisdom lies in the Here and Now.
The throbbing in my #skull lessens as I walk through #Autumn's beauty, where #disintegration is an invitation to go inward, and eventually become, again. A tiny #insect on a last flower catches my eye. With #diligence, I focus on the #animal. Maybe next Spring, I will become, too.
Dragonflies dart over the pond, wings shimmering like #opal over the water. I walk under a gentle sun, past the pastures. A horse shakes its #auburn mane to scare away a #onerous fly, while #cheerful titmice are chasing each other. Here, I don't #win or lose. I just am.
#Patience comes to those who wait, and that's all you get for waiting. I'm tired of the #endless #battle around me, of standing on the bridge, motionless, waiting. Leaves get carried away by the #river as #October comes, and I move on to rise above the #void.
A gust. Leaves float to the ground like out-of-scale gondolas, dappling the lawn downstairs with gold. Rain builds up until it's raining threads. I'm snuggling into a woollen blanket, protecting me from the draft. A candle, a sip of hot tea, a thought of you... divine.
#Violent waves crash over me with no #rhyme and reason, #drive me into a state of #mistrust - a dark #cavern where I cower in #sorrow until you find me and strike that match. After that, you vanish, but I carry the #candlelight you ignited in my heart and let it guide me.
A silent #party of dancing colours before everything returns to the earth, except for when geese and cranes #parade in the sky on their way south. One last #gem of light before we need to shine our own. An #essential prompt of the #Universe to #rescue us from falling.
Stuck beneath the #sword of Damocles, I wipe away tears that #burst from #magenta anger, and take a leap of faith over the #chasm amidst who I needed to be to survive being raised by you, and who I really am. In an #endless between, I wonder what awaits me: #birch or #forest?
In an attempt to not go #rigid, I sit still like an #iguana. It doesn't soften my #glare. But listening to the wind #chanting its #captivating tune, feeling it brush my face with #angel wings, does. Finally, tears can wash away the fear.
Worried by an unfamiliar #sensual surge of infinite affection, he was #towering over her letter in an attempt to fathom love's #secrets. #Murmur tumbled from his lips: “... Tomato ... Don't squish the #tomato ...”. When he left to meet her, he hoped she wouldn't #notice the horseshoe.
When it finally stopped, everyone clapped.
The #belle of the #cosmos, I had stepped onto the stage to skid, turn and nosedive into a pile of down-filled pillows. My face turned colour like a #fluffy #chameleon when I prayed for the earth beneath to open and give me #shelter.
They hadn't warned me it would be so slippery.
We #close the door to the #whirlwind of the world, to exchange views over tea and scones, grasping for this space that is ours, and ours alone. After the #sun sets, we look at a now #clear sky, #replete with #stars.
#Orange flashes of #overflowing #anger glint behind my eyes where #oleander has taken root. Too exhausted to curb your seeds of distrust, I start #laughing. I laugh until I cry, and then some, until the #maelstrom falls #silent.
I feel a tender touch as your fingers #interlace with mine to mirror the #stage of our hearts & minds. Not feeling #high, but deep, I realise, this is no #weekend romance & no #panacea. It is love; genuine, gentle, giving ... #context to life in this #SharpBeaked world.
#Shorn of everything I thought I knew, I raise my #head to the #infinite sky. A sinking sun causes it to #blush. By the wayside, #aster's purple intensifies before the day goes to #rest. The echo of the #crunch fades while I let go of #opinion.
Time has come to fill the #chalice with Summer's sweetness concentrated into #vineyard's beads. Time to spread our #wings and soar in the light one more time, carve a #dreamscape #relief, for tomorrow, the #verdict is to shine our own. Do not #explain. Go inward.
A #soundless dance of leaves, as they fall to the ground, while Autumn #colours intensify as the sky turns #persimmon. I walk, my feet on the ground, my head up high, and #strive for nothing when I find a #smile.
[...] Wind blows through leaves with a #lupine howl, while clouds paint a #goblin face in the grey sky. The robin is wearing a blustery #frill, and I #treasure the warmth I find in a ray of sunlight. It is #time to go inside, where #honesty resides and #context is found. [...]
I screamed to see it gone, but the pain persisted. With it, a #deluge of emotions surged through my body until I cried a #serenade. A #frame of relief to #outfit me, before everything melted down to a #soup of agony, its weight about to #squash me. The room started to #spin, then all was #black.
Even the black asphalt of the backstreet seemed to glow in the rain. It had something mystical & made her feel very cosy. Did she spot a #nuance of orange blossoming between the leafs of the maple trees by the garages?
I've worn #cypress, following my inner #compass through the dark #night, trying to #translate non-existing signs, until a #small flame would ignite, and when my heart burnt bright like a #phoenix I would rise, in #beautiful love, no #romance, no disguise.
#Morose, I #grimace at the day without a #word. Everything in life is #ephemeral, albeit I don't feel it. I open my #heart, anyway, allow the #sunlight to slowly melt away the pain. Maybe tomorrow I'll see the #fruit of my efforts and wake up to a #eucalyptus fresh morning.
It happened without warning. I observe the grim #infiltrate my mind while I #brood on how to maintain balance. Fear #whispers into my ear. I try not to care a #fig. Instead, I see it for what it is. The #masquerade is over. I #lapse into #quiet and listen to my heart.
With #scathing tongue, you #carve your memory on my soul. White #laundry on the line, #sapphire sky turns black.
They say hard knocks #forge you. But how can I love my #neighbour if I can't love myself?
Remembering how life once was #colourful, I spread my wings and stop #falling.
Prompt Writing 2023-09-03
I say #goodbye to the #sinister energies I experience and pull back into my snail shell. The #abalone walls shimmer like a #kaleidoscope. I allow myself to breathe #softly. Here, my #beleaguered soul can unfold and remember its #mighty light. Reality shifts.
#September begins, and for a moment I get #sombre upon the darkness Autumn brings.
I look at the #pool of rain collecting at my feet and see a reflection of this moment. Sunshine, the scent of mushrooms and sea-fret, Nature's #banquet abundantly set.
This is the #present.
Thoughts move through my mind like a #river, but I cannot #direct them onto the page. #Vocabulary acts like a #threshold, as if my words were a #keepsake of our conversations not to be shared. I choose the other #option and remain silent.
Earth stopped its spin.
Seeking balance in a #jungle of madness, I don't function. Not a #doll, I am the #infinite, #intrinsic me, whatever that might be. #Thunderclap announces lightning. I'll shine, to see
Trees in the forest, tall, each one connected to the other. I watch my specimens share hubris. Ironic, as this is what divides. I don't give a penny for it. My two cents: Rather root in love and connect with those who do the same. A liberating thought.
Each day, I reach out and balance the isthmus from island to island, elicit interaction out of me, attempt to create an idyllic space even when my world crumbles.
Today, my response is delayed while I stay in my shell, in need of safer grounds.
I'll be intrepid, again, tomorrow.
I am #rising to reach back.
The hat didn't fit. I put it back and perused the market. A clockwork fragrant of cilantro. Bags of hope and hearts, silently breaking. A gloop of human reminiscence. The wind swept an apple from a tree. After picking it up, I licked it, so it's mine.
Like every year, I make plum butter, allowing the memories of previous sessions to fuel the process with love. This time, hell is still haunting me. A rogue's match, still affecting. My spark alive, nonetheless, I let my light outshine the inferno.
During psychoanalysis, I discover skeletons in closets and battlefields I thought to be homes.
Yet, each time, I root deeper in the greens of my spiritual connection to who I am.
We need to know where we come from to know who we are.
When I woke up,
hellfire burned inside.
I walked to the park,
sat down by the well,
stared into the basin's
lost in fantasy.
When I woke up,
the fire quenched,
A syrphid fly ballerina
was my muse,
and I was well.
There were only two lines,
the horizon and one of kelp along the beach.
A moment between worlds. I stressed its grace with a deep breath of salty air, bottled it and spiced it with dill.
When thunder rolled,
it ended rather too abruptly.
I begin as if I were ending, my life eviscerated, stranded at a new shore. With a rattle I cast off the rusty trap of an old stance, gracious but dangerous, to scour this wild beach for wings to fly again.
#FromOneLine 293 – I begin as if I were ending, #vss365 - #eviscerated, #vssnature - #shore, #MicroPrompt - #rattle, #MastoPrompt – #trap, #brknshards - #gracious, #rise365 207 - #scour
#Livid words like rocks, a #snake's hiss when they pass. The #gate, leading out of this memory, closes behind me with a '#BONK'. Deep breaths work a #charm. I start from #scratch, and this is me, my here, my now.
Only a metre of ribbon, and I am back in golden days, inspecting snap peas with a tendency to attract Opiliones while crows hobnob in a cool breeze.
A golden ray falls over my shoulder while I wrap my present.
Truth falls from #ruby red lips; #gall to one, freedom to the other.
A #function of love? I #forget. It doesn't matter. Motion is the only #certainty.
#Maybe what hurts us, today, makes us stronger, tomorrow.
In an *internal dialogue*, I weigh light against dark.
#Oodles of feelings wash over me.
Fight, a #premature #conclusion I jumped to.
I need to carry my #fear to the #sea and see how peace lies in embracing it all.
No person is an #island.
I'm #bound to be a #tourist in my territory, #unpredictable and wild.
But no person is an island.
I'll always be reaching out for #community, #enchanted by reflections.
No person is an island.
Each life's #unique, and this is mine.
The ones who left us are never really gone.
Credits for the idea of FindThePrompt go to @PR_Rybeck.
Purple blossoms of sweet violet peeked out at her and she picked a couple of them after thanking the plant. They would look pretty on the plate with a daisy blossom or two.
She looked into her little basket and smiled. ...
...but the air was filled with salt that tickled their senses. The little white kite still dashed over the sea below.
The spicy breeze caressed their skin and sand from the path they walked gnashed between their teeth while the sun warmed their faces. As they stood there, they did not just look at Nature, they were part of it.
It was moments like this in which peace became #manifest.
They stood by the steep coast. The crystal-clear sky painted the water below blue while the tips of the waves sparkled in the warm Spring sun. In the light breeze, a boat had set its snow white #kite and floated through the water like a cloud through the sky.
The rocks beneath their feet stood #unwavering against the marine surf. The spray of the crashing waves could not reach them,...
Standing at the crossroad looking down the path that leads out of the city into the fields, memories flashed up like scented pictures from a photo album.
The scent of mugwort & wild pansies, picking blackberries by the hedgerows, sucking nectar from lilac blossoms...
Her thoughts were racing through her mind. She sat down and became still.
On that occasion, I'd like to introduce the wonderful @BLangnickel to those who haven't met her, yet.
When she plays the harp, everything else will be still and folks will listen in silence.
This is how it often goes in life, it seemed.
Just continue to #walk, take one step at a time. Don't stop.
So, I took the first step.