Scattered in vivacious colors, a thousand was not enough, but would’ve a thousand paper cranes healed you, done anything? I guess they weren’t for you, they were for me, to keep my hands busy as your eyes glassed over and the pain meds kicked in; they stopped me from crying out from asking, why you didn’t even try to heal, for you, for me. I leaned over your bedside the paper cranes around us and you gave me a half grin with your dimpled cheek, somehow there when all other reserves of flesh were gone; then you were gone before I could memorize your last smile.
It was difficult living on the farm, being cutt-off from other people when there was a blinding snow storm for days. Marion felt the numbing loneliness deeply and her husband James only amplified her sense of isolation.
They were still a relatively young couple but James made her feel as if she were old, dull, and boring. He barely acknowledged Marion except when he wanted food. He hadn’t actually conversed with Marion for what felt like years.
She observed as James lived alone in his head, always ignoring her attempts to talk. As the harsh winds and snow isolated them in the farmhouse, James isolated Marion in their marriage.
When the blizzard ended, Marion had had enough. She peered at James one last time and left. She drove to the nearest city and caught a flight home.
Day 22 Prompt: Dangerous “Some things are obviously dangerous, like walking too close to a cliff, and other things, not so much. Free write for ten minutes exploring what is obviously dangerous, not so much, and what dangerous means to you. You could turn this into a rant poem, especially given the times.”
There is always present danger
There is always a need for caution
Caution is necessary
Caution keeps us alive
Alive isn’t enough
Alive means we need to be safe
Safe is a cloudy dream
Safe is an illusion
Illusions we love because they hide cold hard facts
Illusions keep us content
Content is all we can ask to be
Content not to be in danger
Danger hides and danger runs
Danger is wicked and tricky
Tricky because danger is not not upfront
Tricky because danger bides its time
Time waiting to harm us
Time waiting to strike and destroy
Destroying lives with vengeance
Destroying hearts with humourless mirth
Mirth –does it exist in harsh circumstances?
Mirth is it possible when tomorrow could be–
Be the end of life’s dreams?
Be the end of life without heart sight?
Sight to see the world shatter as glass
Sight to see how lost we are in the world
World where we wander feeling hopeless
World where we’re crushed by despair
Despair slips in and brings us to tears
Despair is a weapon danger employes
Employes to target are last reserves
Employes as those serving him as soldiers
Soldiers, mercenaries, to do the bloody work
Soldiers blinded by their own greed
Greed for money until it’s set a flame
Greed for money, not seeing –it’s only paper
Paper, the German Mark in the 1930’s, in suitcases
Paper marks, thousands were worthless
Worthlessness, don’t ever feel unwanted
Worthful, you’re as precious stones
Stones judgemental people throw
Stoning the accused sinner
Sinners we all are, it can’t be helped
Sinner –let he with the least sin cast the stone first
“I love that you can find spirals from the tiniest places (our DNA) to massive expanses (the Milky Way) and everywhere in between. Free write about spiraling and see where you go – do you spiral up or down? Find where this word takes you and go from there.”
When I take a vacation, I like to have a nice room to stay in. I like a clean hotel or AirBnB room/apartment, with a comfortable mattress and enough soft blankets and pillows.
This has been vital to me in the last eight-years as it never was before because my body can’t handle an entire day out. In the mid-afternoon after walking around and exploring, I need to rest before evening activities. I need to crawl into bed and sleep or watch TV.
To be honest, the best bed in the entire world, is my bed in my room at home.