Epiphanetic Flashes…

Epiphanetic Flashes. That’s what I call those brief sparks of illumination that pop up periodically in my life when the world becomes crystal clear. It’s like someone popping a flash bulb in a dark room and for that split second everything comes to light. The haunting memory of that moment lingers in my brain, rattling around while I try to dissect every piece and extract from it any and all meaning.

I had one of those flashes last night. I was angry about something. Frustrated really. One of the many songs on my Pandora station was playing while I wiled away trying to come up with anything I could use to answer a reading response for another class. I stared at the words I had written and realized the dross I had regurgitated onto the screen. It was as my finger hovered over the delete key, the last twenty minutes of work highlighted, that this flash cracked through my skull.

A Fly Upon The Wall…

Once upon a time, I was a fly upon a wall

Flying to and fro, able to see and hear it all

Deals being made and secrets that were told,

Gossip from the young and stories of the old,

Something is missing that I can feel,

However, I ponder, what did they steal?

A challenge was made,

And the game was played,

Who ever knew a letter meant that great a deal?

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Twenty-Five.”

Self-Deprecation…

Trying to convince the world

That something should exist

Is akin to hurling lightning bolts

While keeping a closed fist.

The true value of a thing

Can never be judged by another,

Hence the reason for the saying,

“A face only loved by your mother.”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Do or Die.”

The Eye of the Storm

Shelters and havens,

Protection from the tempest

Safe harbors to rest

Oasis in the chaos

Whilst in the eye of the storm.

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