Our gracious host, Rochelle, is asking us to get
creative in 100 words or less using the photo
seen below. Welcome to Friday Fictioneers.
This is where the prompt took me.
Tag: Transformation
Flesh And Blood
Written for Muse on Monday where David asks us
to write a story with a character who is sick.
This is where the prompt took me.
Prophecy
Today at RDP, our host Martha Kennedy would
like us to share a story, poem, photo, painting, essay,
etc., centered on the word ‘howl’. The image is from
Mike Jackson at Only Murders In My Mind. Here’s my take.
A Fleeting Dream
Written for OLWG #423.
The prompts are below.
This is my story.
Like A Leaf On A Breeze: A Haibun
Written for d’Verse Haibun Monday 10.21.24 ~
Fall Foliage or Spring Blossoms. Here is my haibun.
Whether winter, spring, summer or fall, the view from my bedroom window has afforded me comfort and solace in times of physical and emotional struggle. The simple, unadorned panes of glass are a constant in my life, keeping me company, offering the best show in town. After all, what could be better than observing the changes brought about by Mother Nature? As the daily view gradually transforms, so do I. The delicate buds that caressed the tree branches in spring burst open full of life to face the summer sun; now they cling precariously to those same branches, a dainty necklace of copper, bronze and gold strands. More sky is visible through scantily clad tree limbs. Oh, what a tantalizing tease! The silvery glow from the hunter’s moon is an organic lightshow. What will tomorrow bring?
spring blossoms plant warm wet kisses
fall leaves crunch underfoot
winter flakes form crystal blankets
NAR©2024
This is “Forever Autumn” by the Moody Blues
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As Days Grow Short
Written for dVerse Poets Haibun Monday where
the theme today is “equinox”. This is my haibun.
It’s now one month post op. I have spent a lot of time looking out my bedroom window contemplating the healing transformation of my body and the seasonal metamorphosis as we gently slip from summer into autumn. I had been facing physical limitations as I aged; they have now been compounded by my back surgery. On bad days I curse myself for agreeing to this procedure but I know it was the right choice. Getting back on my feet is taking longer than I anticipated. Like the brittle tree branches that come with autumn, my bones are not what they once were. But now I have a chance to walk among the fallen crimson and golden leaves instead of simply watching them drop from the trees and for that I’m grateful. I am better today than I was two weeks ago and in two more weeks I’ll be better than I am today. It’s a process.
warm burnished tones of autumn
as days grow short
the earth prepares for new life
NAR©2024
This is “Autumn In New York” by Billie Holiday
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