‘They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.’
From the poem ‘For the Fallen’ by Laurence Binyon
poetry
Fearful Symmetry – S is for Strangers
Something in the way he smiles draws my attention
Soft woollen sweater draped casually across broad shoulders
Sunglasses pushed up on his forehead as he reads the menu
Sipping a glass of red wine he looks out across the piazza
Stealing a sly glance I catch his eye
Smiling widely he raises his glass I respond with mine
She walks from behind me and takes the seat beside him
Slow blush flares on my cheeks I lower my head hiding my embarrassment
Soft caresses tenderly whispered words of love
Stabs of jealousy surface and are gone
Sure in his affection wrapped in his arms she turns towards me
Smiling she raises his glass I smile and raise mine to her
Silently acknowledging her youth and beauty
Surprised by the happiness I feel for these two lovers
Strangers yet universally recognised
(Read more about Symmetry here )
One Child – for Right2Write Prompt 9 Stop Terrorism
One Child – for Right2Write Prompt 9 Stop Terrorism
Amazing piece, we all should read this
The death of one child
is the death of the world
Sand arising as mother earth
shakes off her despair
and hungers for an artist’s vision there
Reptile brain awakens
flooding the system
with fear and alarm
The eye watching over us
blinking so slowly
means us some harm
The death of one child
is the death of us all
The universe turns
slow and elliptical
creating and recreating itself through pain
Grasping for a victory
or a vengeance creates
blood on blood
Devastation fields
Streets of fallen limbs
Nothing is good
The death of one child
is the death of the world
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
For Right2Write prompt 9 at http://howanxious.wordpress.com
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Life’s Cycle
It’s Wednesday it must be time for Friday Fictioneers. The photo this week is courtesy of AnElephanCant – (an elephant obviously can) and we Fictioneers are following the yellow jersey of our tour leader Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Join us and meet new and interesting writers from all over the globe, we have fun but be warned, it is very addictive and your Wednesdays will never be the same again.
Genre: Poetry
Word Count: 100
Life’s Cycle
We rode side by side in silence lost in thought
Happy in companionable silence
Our love was new in that early carefree time
When you looked at me and saw perfection
And I looked at you in adoration
The years unfolded bringing joy and heartache
At times it seemed in equal measure
We rode out less as our children came
And interrupted our treasured togetherness
We argued and fought like any married couple
Until we found our new direction and grew close again
The same but stronger
Now too old to ride, our cycles gather dust and hold
Our memories
A Story of Love
On the merry-go-round of the Friday Fictioneers, we spin our stories, tell our tales; climb to the heights or sink to the depths of the human condition. The photo to challenge us this week, comes courtesy of David Stewart, you can climb his Green Walled Tower to read more from him, and you can read more from Rochelle, who leads the Fictioneers up and down and round and round each week.
Genre: Memoir
Word Count: 100
A Story of Love
I believed your promises of love and forever
I left my friends and family behind
They didn’t see what I saw
Couldn’t bask in the glow of the love you gave me.
I walked beside you
Your confidence soared
You matured
Saw a different world
A world of opportunity
Endless possibilities
For an unencumbered man.
♥♥♥♥♥♥
Heartbroken desolate abandoned
Unable to dull the pain
I returned to my safe haven
Loving arms held me tight
Unquestioning support and solace
Nurtured the Me you had destroyed
Watched the smile I’d lost return
Saw me climb back to my place in the sun.
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