Wednesday, September 4

What Our Words Carry

On a good day...

Love flows through the words like a shallow stream through a green meadow; almost invisible, still this stream sings, while its earth-bed of every day is a natural camouflage. Ears play tricks in the dappled sunlight of the thoughts dancing over its surface, and marvel at its unwritten music, its secret beauty.

On a bad day...

Drought sucks life giving moisture from every phrase, and a hard-baked crust cracks and shatters dreams into dust. A desert of loneliness stretches throughout a barren landscape where a mirage tricks the memory into belief of an oasis of affection. Wind flings the whirling sands into the mind's eye which cries for that which might have been.



In the Imaginary Garden for Real Toads today, Peggy asks us to turn our attention to 'Things Carried'. This set me thinking, and I homed in on the invisible things carried by words...

19 comments:

  1. Beautifully written~
    Missed you
    HugsSueAnn

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  2. Good days-bad days. Beautifully written.

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  3. Each half of this piece has something to offer the reader. Your descriptive language is very evocative.

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  4. nice to see you, Jinksy. something to consider here, the "oasis of affection."

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  5. Nice contrast - the first so refreshing the second, gritty.

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  6. Thank you for responding to my prompt! Words do indeed carry so much. Lots to think about here.

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  7. The good ... the bad ... you captured the essence of both in this poem about words and what they carry.

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  8. Such a beautiful piece about the power of words...they can water with love or burn us into a desert.

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  9. Very lovely contrast of what a good day and the bad day means to us ~ I also like the use nature: stream, dessert, barren landscape to capture your reflections ~

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  10. A wonderful cornucopia of words to set thoughts dreaming........a great read!

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  11. Gorgeous and true. Thank you.

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  12. Ah, those days...seems we can never put down our filter.

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  13. Dancing vs. Shattered... yes, the weight of each is so different! I liked this reflective life-approach to the prompt.

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  14. Nice, poetical, flowing writing - just as on Good days...:)xx

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  15. keenly observed and penned ~ M

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  16. Prose is a great style for you...I don't think I've read much of yours...the descriptions in both are marvelous. :)

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  17. Fabulous prose poem, Jinksy. And so so true!
    K

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  18. Jinksy, so glad you posted to Real Toads - I've missed you! This was an imaginative take on the "carry" theme... emotions, perception, all these change according to mood, to whim, to circumstance. I love your prose poem, Jinksy, it spoke to me, hit me where I live. Amy

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