A SLIPPERY SLOPE – #WRITEPHOTO

 

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A SLIPPERY SLOPE

Life is a slippery slope

so they say.

The nearer your destination

they more you slip slide away.

(Apologies to Paul Simon)

bernadette

This post is written to a photo prompt.  The above prompt can be found at: Thursday photo prompt – Cracked Ice – #writephoto, at svincent.com.

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REFLECTION – #write photo

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Look into the pool

and see your reflection.

Is it filled with

beauty?

Is it filled with

sorrow?

Is it filled with

anger?

Is it filled with

quandary?

Give thanks for

the reflection

and its transitory nature.

One day’s reflection

does not make a life.

This is written in response to Sue Vincent’s photo prompt –

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THE TROUBLE EATER – #WRITEPHOTO

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The tale had been told since I was a child.  If you follow the path though it my be hard, at the end you will find the trouble eater.  The trouble eater has a fierce expression, a bulbous nose, green whiskers, and hidden all seeing eyes.  It has a cavernous mouth to eat all troubles.  Only the most faithful to the arduous walk arrive at it’s doorstep.

I walked the path for many merciless years.

I stayed faithful and brave.

I found the trouble eater.

I laid down my troubles and found peace.

I became the trouble eater.

bernadette

This is written in response to the photo prompt provided by Sue Vincent at:

https://scvincent.files.wordpress.com/2016/08/writephoto.jpg?w=288&h=210

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APPARITION – #WRITEPHOTO

I entered the cool darkness of the chapel and felt immediate relief from the heat and the harsh glare of the sun.  I went seeking some time to gather my emotions.  As usual, after a visit to Andrew, my heart ached with sadness.  I felt anger at the waste of his life and futility that there was nothing that could change his situation.

I suppose I went to the chapel seeking the answer to the question that has haunted me for 15 years.  WHY?  Why Andrew, why me, why should our family have to experience so much pain?  My brain knows there is no answer but my heart still seeks it.

I glanced up at the window and saw this ghostly apparition.  A figure surrounded by sadness but offering consolation.

I left the chapel again knowing that there is no answer to why but there is consolation if you look for it.

bernadette

This post is written to a photo prompt.  The above prompt can be found at: Thursday photo prompt – Glimpsed – #writephoto, at svincent.com.