– PhoTrablogger’s Mundane Monday Challenge #84. Find the beauty in the mundane. Photo ©2016 Leara Morris-Clark.
Grey Nation (Uncertainty)
I cannot see through the grey, through the fog,
Through the uncertainty, that fills the air, my heart.
I hear only muffled chaos and tremble.
I wrap a battered flag around me
And use it to wipe away the tears.
A few tears fall for me, more for others,
For a bloody history bound to repeat.
I cannot see through the grey, through the hate,
Through the lies from all sides, the indifference,
A dirty lens that distorts the view and trivializes the pain.
Battered like my flag, I am bruised and used as a pawn
To fan the flames and distract from their game, to manipulate
The fate of a nation.
– Written for Pix To Words Pic And A Word Challenge #63. Word and Photo prompts. Word was “grey.” Photo prompt by Patrick Jennings.
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Sunday Trees #261 111316
– On Dragonfly Wings with Buttercup Tea’s Sunday Trees #261 – November 13, 2016. Photo ©2016 Leara Morris-Clark.
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Second Thoughts
Sweaty palms grip the precinct 21 ballot tightly as I scan the room for an empty booth.
A year to decide and still the right answer remains elusive. What are the important things, not just for me but also for the country, for my brother and sister Americans? The choices are grim and the outcome unsure.
So many blinded by greed and selfishness, ego-driven and ignorant to the suffering of others. Some deceived vote against their own best interests and those of their communities. I think I know what I will do, but it doesn’t make me feel proud or happy. Too many questions about the legitimacy of the process make it hard to have faith, but doing nothing isn’t an option.
I enter a booth and open the ballot. I do the questions first then all the others, saving the worst for last.
I make my final selection and fill in the bubble completely making a stark black permanent decision in sharpie.
What have I done? How did we get here? Will we ever recover? I ask myself these questions while having second thoughts, and folding up the ballot quickly stuffing it into the envelope.
I hesitantly drop it into the collection bin and linger. It is out of my hands. I turn to go and sigh with a feeling of helplessness. I can only hope a higher power is planning to make order from this chaos.
– The Daily Post One-word prompt: Second Thoughts. WC 238. Photo from BlueJersey.com.
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Distant Shores (Tenacity)
Seeking shores, you can never hope to reach
Each one farther than the last
Astronomical distances, an unclear path
Pathological determination will not be dissuaded
Aided by unfounded hope
Open-ended quest in vain though motivation remains
Maintains the course
Coursing through your veins, human drive is hard to tame
– Written for YeahWrite.me Fiction|Poetry Challenge #291. Poetry slam, poetry form Echo and Prompt up sentence “The opposite bank seems too distant, a shore you can never hope to reach.” Photo from Pixabay.
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Tuesdays of Texture: 2016 Week 46
Not The Only One
I missed the cue
Guess you thought I knew
I had my eyes on you
But didn’t see
You weren’t looking at me
I should’ve paid more attention
Guess you forgot to mention
Your intention
I had no clue
I wasn’t the only one
– Written for dVerse Quadrille #20, prompt was “cue.” WC 44. Photo from Pexels.com.
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