No Words Necessary – Līgo Haībun Challenge

The Līgo Haibun Challenge is hosted by Ye Pirate and Ese.

This week we can choose one of two word prompts, either Mirror or Faery, and I have chosen Mirror.

Please do go and check out the other entries by visiting the co-hosts’ blogs and finding the InLinkz linky thing! There are some very talented writers out there… I will visit each and every one as soon as I can!

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– No Words Necessary –

The mirror is my wicked step-mother, blasting ice-cold shards of criticism at my cowering reflection, hurling epithets that corkscrew their way into my ears, even though my back is turned, even though I am long gone.

The mirror is my Nemesis, my arch-enemy, my downfall. It knows when I am at my weakest. It knows when I need to look immaculate. It knows when I have the least time to attend to faults highlighted by the unforgiving light like emergency flares.

The mirror magnifies every little thing, every imperfection, all of my worst fears.

The mirror is no friend of mine.

manifesting faults
amplifying blemishes
abuse needs no words
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Evolve – Līgo Haībun Challenge

 

The Līgo Haibun Challenge is hosted by Ye Pirate and Ese.

This week we can choose one of two photo prompts, and I have chosen the one below:

Copyright - Agnieszka Wojtecka

Copyright – Agnieszka Wojtecka

Please do go and check out the other entries by visiting the co-hosts’ blogs and finding the InLinkz linky thing! There are some very talented writers out there… I will visit each and every one as soon as I can!

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– Evolve –

What drives us, I wonder, to carve our path through each day? Why do we step out, placing one foot in front of the other, when faced with such obstacles?

From time to time, we each feel that life has dealt us the toughest of hands with which to play.  We feel this way, even if it is a lie that we choose to believe. In our world filled with modern technology, we allow our frustration to boil over when things fail to work in the way that we have come to expect.

These things aren’t important, not really. What is important is the health of our loved ones, collective happiness, protection against the elements, food in our bellies. What price warmth against the ice of winter? What price clean water? What price love?

I have learned some valuable lessons this year. I have grown up. I am grateful that life has presented me with this opportunity. We are all connected. We are part of the collective whole. My actions affect everyone on this planet.

small world gently held
cradles us in love and peace
one planet only

 

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Tilt – Līgo Haībun Challenge

The Līgo Haibun Challenge is hosted by Ye Pirate and Ese.

This week’ we can choose one of two prompts, and I have chosen:

“And then there are the times when the wolves are silent and the moon is howling.”  ― George Carlin

Please do go and check out the other entries by visiting the co-hosts’ blogs and finding the InLinkz linky thing! There are some very talented writers out there… I will visit each and every one as soon as I can!

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– Tilt –

The twelve days were blistering in their heat. Days when, if normality had reigned, if nothing had changed, if life had continued in its usual pattern, I would have been encased in an office, shaking my fist whilst summer launched itself with fierce abandon.

But this year, normality tilted. In the great scheme that life has for us, nothing of note took place. And yet our family was filleted like a slab of meat falling prey to the butcher’s knife.

We took our turns in that small room, hoping, praying, wishing for the miracle that would not come. And so we watched you leave us, by second, by minute, by hour, by day, by night.

The last day arrived. The last morning, noon, afternoon and evening. I knew. I could tell. How could it be anything other than the end now?

I spent some time – after – standing at the window with my back to you, holding myself tightly, staring at the ghosts of bushes and shrubs silhouetted in the gloom, feeling the summer breeze raise the hairs on my arms. Dusk – the between time. Reflecting the limbo in which I had now been thrust. The world should have imploded, and yet – it did not.

your resonance lingers
speaking volumes in my heart
summer eternal


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