(written in tanka syllabic form: 5/7/5/7/7)
Nothing in you, nothing in me,
Nothing as far as eye can see
Nothing to say who made me,
Nothing makes itself plain to me
Nothing will be my guide and creed
No absolutes but what my thoughts decree
Ruler of my own destiny
Master of sky, land and sea
No limit to whatever desires mingle, set free
It’s all about me, from A to Z
I’m free to decide what’s best for me
What’s wrong for you may be right for me
Ask Mother Nature, what’s cruelty?
Evolution’s progress, look at me!
– Last sounds of Nobigbug Butméé
Word Count: 100
I’ve been rather under the weather lately but roused myself to participate in Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers and Eugi’s Weekly Prompt. I’ve read many of the entries already and am inspired. Eugi asks us to use any variation on the top photo or the word prompt (“mingle”). Rochelle asks that we use the photo prompt (above) and limit our words to 100 or less. Check them out!
For Cee's FOTD
Exit hare pursued by iPhone camera.
For Debbie's Six Word Saturday Challenge
from seeds, and seeds
from flowers, the ground tills
itself as the seasons
roll forward in
cannot hold back
the changes, no matter
when changes make beauty
shine brighter in
a ginkgo’s viewpoint
is so simple
God our Maker
are you hearing?
oh stop and listen!
Somewhere on this busy street the culprit Janus was hiding. The time of the assignation was near. If he didn’t show up with Janus in tow, he knew he was finished.
Suddenly a flash of orange streaked past the fish vendor. Diving through torsos and between legs, arms outstretched, crawling painfully on his knees, he caught the miscreant. The job was done.
He knocked on her door. When it opened, Janus leapt into her arms.
“Oh you darling!” She buried her face in the tabby’s fur. “He wasn’t any trouble, was he?”
“Oh no!” he said, handing her the roses.
genre: fiction; word count: 100; Rochelle Wisoff-Fields kindly invites us to join the Friday Fictioneers in their weekly creative quests of a hundred words or less. Photo prompt © Roger Bultot. Click on the frog and join in!
The ginkgo fans green
Spring blows soft upon your face
Sleep has come too soon
In a place where leaves open
To dream under the full moon
My thoughts go to a friend who lost his mother a year ago this month. This same month a friend died at the age of 91 who had been as a second father to me. Yet May is a merry month, reminding us that a new life awaits us where death no more reigns.
For Cee's Flower of the Day Challenge (FOTD): "Don’t forget that my FOTD challenge accepts leaves and berries as well as flowers."
we can’t go back again
said Adam to Eve
There’s Cain, there’s Abel
We’ll start all over again
Make it good this time
Abel’s dead by Cain’s hand
Paradise lies unattained
Eve said, my garden’s now a grave
Something greater lies ahead
Pride and death no more a stain
On this broken earth
With their dying eyes they saw
A bridge to life regained
The Son lifted up, reconciling God and man