I decided to participate, nay, be inspired by the dVerse challenge from Monday. Sanaa (aka adashofsunny) was hosting prosery Monday and wanted us to use the following line: “Only mouths are we. Who sings the distant heart which safely exists in the center of all things? – from Rainer Maria Rilke, “Heartbeat.” We must use the line in its entirety, though we can change the punctuation. We cannot leave out nor insert other words within the line. The story must be exactly 144 words, not including the title.
Though submerged by a dark cloud engulfing him, he managed to trudge forward in life, participating minimally. Damaged by a love past, he was unable to see the possibility of light and happiness, never mind hear any music.
“Come sing with us, Andrew. It’s all in fun and will surely lift your spirits!”
“Only mouths, are we. Who sings? The distant heart which safely exists in the center of all things! She took away my heart and the song within it,” he lamented. “It’s gone and I will never find it again.”
“You are right, you won’t. Not if you continue in this fashion. You need to step away from that dark cloud, let the light touch you again, my friend,”
“Your friend? What nonsense, this?”
“Nay, not nonsense.” She tended her hand, “Come with me. It’s time to see the beauty all around.”
It is Haibun Monday at dVerse and this week it is hosted by Frank J. Tassone. It just so happens that I had plans to write about being present in the moment today. And lo! It is this week’s subject. How could I not tag along?
Not later than yesterday, I had an exchange with a fellow-blogger and friend. He loves to take his morning walks accompanied by various podcasts or audio books. This is great for him because he loves to multi-task and is an avid reader with only so much time in the day. It is great for me because he gives such wonderful book suggestions and has not steered me wrong yet, so I shan’t ask him to stop! He suggests I should try to listen to podcasts, as well. I beg to differ, my friend. There is so much noise in our everyday lives that when I can walk in nature, I want nothing else but to be present in the moment, to fully absorb the sights and sounds she provides. From the flowering trees to the buzzing bees, to the wind rifling through the leaves to the wonderful variation of bird calls. Why ever would I want to tune them out?
trills and chirps, a caw or two
silenced by earbuds
Yesterday’s raucous symphony can be heard here, my friend 🙂 Something tells me your earbuds would have been insufficient.
It is Quadrille Monday on dVerse! Today’s hostess is De Jackson (aka WhimsyGizmo) who has asked us to write our 44-word poem using the word bother in some way, shape or form. De is Being bothered seems to be second nature to many of us moms… just sayin’…
“Thanks for soups, Mamz.”
“Yeah, it was great!”
And before I know it
they’ve flown off their chairs
mouths still chewing that last bite
Why do I bother?
Would it kill them to just once
offer to clean the dishes
without me hounding them?
Had to throw in the towel last night. Tried for hours to write this post but my computer kept freezing. How aggravating! Lillian, over at dVerse is hosting the prosery for Monday. It had to include the following line: If you are a dreamer, come in taken from Shel Silverstein’s poem, Invitation, as published in his wonderful book, Where the Sidewalk Ends.
She stepped back to better see the big picture. She could work with that. It would be spectacular! She stepped over the threshold to see inside. Marvellous! Ribbons hanging from the centre to each corner attached with flowers and herbs, boughs filling in the nooks and crannies with more for cushioning upon some logs acting as seats. Stacks of books and various adored baubles added to the décor. A stump for a table lit with oil lamps. It would be the perfect place for her story book club.
She heard the tentative footsteps just outside her door.
“If you are a dreamer, come in. Otherwise, you just keep on walking because there is no room for stuffy unimaginative types in this most sacred of places.”
Oh, Anne, it’s me, Diana! Do let me in! I have the most wonderful story to share with you!
This little piece of fanfic was inspired by Anne with an E…
Merril is hosting Prosery Monday at dVerse today. Hard to resist. So, why? Only thing is we must use the phrase: “I prefer keeping in mind even the possibility that existence has its own reason for being.” A line in Wisława Szymborska’s “Possibilities”. Well. I did what I could with it 😉
Bundled up against the biting cold, I try to remember Charles Dickens’ quote about it being that type of day in March when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold and can’t remember the rest of it, but know it’s bang on today.
“Gah!” Terri breaks my reverie. “Why does March have to be this way? Like pick a temp, already! Be cold till you’re not but stop teasing us with a few warm days in between!”
I laugh at my friend. “You know, I prefer keeping in mind even the possibility that existence has its own reason for being.”
“What? Da hell hogwash is that? There is no reason to this season! What purpose is there for being so unreasonable? And why are we not inside by the fire with a glass of wine?”
“We had to earn it first!”
A little dVerse quadrille, using the required “Go” word. Funny how you can have a set idea and then one little word sets you in the wrong direction. Nothing a little sleep can’t cure, right?
Kitchen’s clean when I get home
Counter’s free of mess
No banged nose trying to open the door
shoes make good doorstops, I guess
You’re moving out you say?
You’ll miss us, when we go
no more complaining for you
Sad (perhaps) but true
Well here’s something I never do… combine not one, not two but three challenges into one. Oy! Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt #197 asked us to use the word “call” in any form, using 41 words; dVerse from a couple weeks ago, asked us to write a quadrille (44 words) using the word embrace. Crispina’s lovely image for her CCC #199 prompted me to go looking for images for my usual matchy-matchy which sent me in the direction I went. I figure there are many who are separated during this stupid time and it must be difficult. Couldn’t help but bring out the romantic in me.
I call to you
You call to me
Accept this we can do
We laugh, we share
We joke around
It’s how we show we care
There comes the day
We know it will
Nothing stands in the way
No longer an eventuality
it’s now become reality
We embrace with more than
Words and stolen glances
arms around each other
heart against heart, now
beating to the same rhythm
I caress your face
whisper in your ear
Somehow found me some mojo to participate in dVerse Quadrille (okay, okay, I admit, it is my favourite of the dVerse challenges). And I couldn’t help but hear Rafiki from The Lion King say: “You Follow Old Rafiki, He knows de way”… That was it. Had to use it! Sorta kinda. Lisa from Tao Talk has challenged us to use the word “Way”…
Follow me! I know the way
The way to where?
To where you are going!
How do you know?
You told me
I said nothing!
I heard you
I am going crazy
No, you’re not. Lead the way
But you said…
I know – Go.
It’s been a while since I participated in dVerse and this one called to me to join in. Linda Lee Lyberg is hosting this one and has asked us to write our prosery using the phrase: ‘Sometimes the great bones of my life feel so heavy,’ taken from Mary Oliver’s beautiful poem entitled “Spring Azures: A Farwell to Darkness” 144 words. Sometimes that is just enough.
I keep a cheerful disposition; I am the epitome of positive. Do not think me foolish or idealistic for I am also a realist. I choose to not let on that sometimes the great bones of my life feel so heavy, I know not if I can take another step, smile another smile.
But I do, and do you know why I choose this? Because I feel it deep in my gut that this is a limited time offer and I cannot afford to waste a single moment of it. I know that, miracles aside, the end will come sooner rather than later. That part is out of my hands. What isn’t, is cherishing each moment, be they full of bliss or hurt like hell.
I know that one day I will look back and smile without tears because I chose as I did.
Lilian is hosting prosery Monday on dVerse – yeah, yeah, it’s Tuesday. We are to use the phrase: “Reading what I have just written, I now believe”. December, no matter how much I try, gets rather consumed with memories. I figure it’s not worth fighting with them.
It’s December, we reminisce.
In ten days you would have been 57. And three days after that, it’ll be six years since you took your leave. I don’t want to say where does the time go, but, bloody hell, where? Your light shone so damn bright, you’ve left a glow within everyone who met you. I wonder if you ever realised what power you had? Why friends of yours, family of mine, acquaintances met along your path always, ALWAYS bring you up at some point in our “How are you? Great to see you. What’s new?” conversations. We all fell under your spell and miss you.
Lotsa love, Rog
Reading what I have just written, I now believe that it’s okay to allow myself a moment to miss him, that it doesn’t mean I’m stuck in the past and life is still beautiful.