Beginnings #writephoto

Alone, at the end, a fallen hero…

Of Glass & Paper

Beginnings

dawn

He knew where they had met, but he was less certain of when that was. He remembered the small town, and the woods, above all the woods, where they walked, kissed, watched the sun rise, the freezing dawns, enlaced, forever at one, with each other, and with the trees.

She was the one, and those were their beginnings. They watched the sun set, the skies on fire. Her grey eyes reflected the light. He had felt so strong then. He was, so they called him. She watched him go, such a breakup in her heart…

Now, after all the death, the sand, the blood, he was back. Alone, at the end, a fallen hero.

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Blizzard

Blizzard outside, blizzard in my mind, confusion, images without, anxiety within. Is this isolation, distancing, onset of old age... or just lack of inspiration, a fall in productivity? Bear market Pandemonium Stolen words So many questions... Image source: DAIN: Romania Beautonica (In Sepia Tone), 2018

Before Dawn

He has been in so many places, but he is amazed when he discovers that she has too. Delighted, they start talking at once about their various experiences. As the days start getting longer, they walk, and talk, then go to his small room to continue their conversation. She’s in love with Italian cities, Verona, … Continue reading Before Dawn

Fantasy

There are nights when his imagination runs wild. As time passes, those get less frequent, but, if anything, more vivid. Some of the material, and characters, reappear from earlier episodes of his life, some from his writing, others are new fantasies, out of the blue. He is now in the habit of discussing his dreams … Continue reading Fantasy

Missing the point

“Fool’s golden glow of dangled carrots”

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

False
Premise
Play or prey
A simple choice
By corporate rules
Predator or victim
Conflict and separation
With the single stroke of a pen
In pursuit of imagined success
Machiavellian machinations
The route to riches is not paved with gold
Fool’s golden glow of dangled carrots
Luring donkeys ever onwards
Towards a goal out of reach
Beauty dies unnoticed
Kindness forgotten
Inner light dimmed
Life’s small joys
Too late
Fade

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