Hearing is failing.
I couldn’t hear her.
hot tears fell
as I shared
with a friend.
I’m projecting fear…
Small Stone # 6 for our Mindful Writing Challenge at Writing Our Way Home: http://www.writingourwayhome.com/search?updated-min=2013-01-01T00:00:00Z&updated-max=2014-01-01T00:00:00Z&max-results=5
Posted by Bodhirose on January 6, 2013
Emotions bubble, escape and spill,
Tears stream, dropping from the edge,
Waves of shame propel them both.
No longer concealed,
Comes out from hiding,
Truth is shared;
It’s not so bad.
Posted by Bodhirose on November 12, 2011
He was slight and short for twelve years of age. His rust colored hair and freckled pale skin was the bane of his life. His eyes were a deep brown with flecks of carnelian–beautiful really–framed with long, feathery lashes that blinked with mischievousness and always-looking-for-a-joke curiosity.
His sweet vulnerability was overshadowed by a dark secret and shame. He wore a mask of jovial pretense and protected that place with ardent determination.
No one noticed the quick flash of anguish that passed across his face from time to time or the somber pauses, between the wittiness, that told all.
pain held tight inside
please look deep, not just the shield
hope that someone sees
I took Victoria up on her Monday Morning Writing Prompt of a Haibun. See her page for definition. I blended a Flash Fiction story of 100 words with a haiku.http://liv2write2day.wordpress.com/2011/04/06/snowbirds-lament-a-haibun-napowrimo-day-6/
Posted by Bodhirose on April 4, 2011
Brings tears, guilt and intense shame.
A day later–peace.
Day ten of Haiku Challenge: http://pendownmythought.blogspot.com/
Posted by Bodhirose on February 9, 2011