Calm seas
ńeath brewing storms
where morals turn agile
and perspicacious drifters long
for Self
Pity
enshrouds the spy
the unwitty witness
Innocence pays the maiden price
World’s Way
Of hope
on same wavelengths
fickle, is life’s grapevine
upon the volatile current
Of truth
Our fear
Precient ally
reveals and then withholds
bitter endings, brave beginnings
The Call
The You
you always tame
dewy-eyed explorer
wandering through life’s hypnosis
The spark
Tall Tales Corner
It is said that ‘art should comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable.’
Or so their picture-perfect family hoped, as they mounted a piece of spring in their livingroom. It was odd that on sunny days, those trees seemed to bleed and a face lurked in the background windows.
The patch of sunlight surrounded by shades induced a claustrophobic feeling, like conflict was closing in.
New petals may sing
to mask whispers of winter
lavender secrets
The teenage daughter, in the first trimester of a problem-pregnancy, saw a little girl waving from those distant windows, longing to play, to climb trees and eat the juicy-red fruit. To her, the painting held hope.
The mother, a neighbourhood leader, dreaded what people would say about her daughter, and worse, about her. But the painting made her think of swings in the backyard, and lullabies long abandoned, of a baby’s gay laughter and the way she’d say to people, ‘this is my grandchild.’ She too, smiled at the painting.
big trees, wider shades
when night and day seem furthest
their likeness deepens
The father, a model gentleman, was a chin-high kind of man. Indeed, he knew himself to be without flaw. And that’s why he’d fought so hard for that painting at auction. The art plunged chaos into order. It was wild, free, and yet the flowers remained flowers, and the trees were still trees.
Now that his pride-and-joy son had discarded their christian beliefs for the rainbow movement, and his sweetheart daughter was pregnant in High school, maybe he could find the beauty in his own chaos. His eyes were always drawn to that patch of sunlight. Perhaps it was the light eating away at the shadows.
face in the window
judging from winter’s recluse
I know you are me
Hey Everyone, hope you are well.
I really enjoyed writing this.
The first is a crown cinquain for Reena’s xploration challenge and Sadje’s whatdoyousee.
The Tall Tales Corner is a haibun for Colleen’s tankatuesday.
Looking forward to your thoughts,
Shalom
Namaste
Namarie.
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