The Pause
Stand
very still
and listen
to the soft
patter
of raindrops
caught
to drip slowly
from
nature’s
fingertips
as cold
nips at the tip
of my nose.
creative writing
Gideon’s Challenge
Radiant Whispers
Golden bursts
of bright leaves
radiant
in the gray light
of cloudy
afternoon skies
welcome visitors
to wander
as they
whisper
to each other
about
warmer days
gone by.
Photo © ZenStatePhotography
Weekly Creativity Prompt – Seattle
Prompt: Pull up to three cards use them as the inspiration to describe an evening stroll (real or fictional) near you.
The Magician – In the air swirls the scent of sweet jasmine dying on the vine, a cool breeze swirling through the air carrying the soft lick moisture and a slight nip of chill. Dressed in warm sweater and jacket with thick socks and boots on my feet, I wander along a pale sidewalk dyed in speckled shades of autumn leaves once fallen and now washed away.
The Hierophant – A breeze causes a breath of sound that skims in a hissing whisper through nearly bare branches, the hint of brine in the air speaking of low tides and seagull feasts not seen, but promised all the same. The nose tells of more than just low tide and exposed barnacles, but Saturday dinners of pork fried rice and sizzling casseroles as wafting scents of grilled cheese tinge the air.
The Wheel of Fortune – Looking up as I move along the sidewalk, low clouds lit by city lights billow still and gray above, hovering low and close in the night sky, and a fat raindrop falls to splash on a flushed cheek. Another follows to pat down on a shoulder, then another on my nose. Dressed warmly, I am prepared… and yet I’ll still be soaked by the time I make it home.
DECK USED: FATE / GRAND ORDER TAROT
Gideon’s Challenge
The Promise
Earth
and water
meet
in the reeds
as dark clouds
cast shadows
to trick
the eye
into believing
gray days
with
blue skies
are possible.
Photo © ZenStatePhotography
Gideon’s Challenge
Sourpuss
A little nap
is all I wanted
but there’s no
peace
to be had
not even once
I’ve started
God forbid
I’m allowed
some sleep
or even a
little bit
of peace.
Photo © ZenStatePhotography
Gideon’s Challenge
Musing on Wealth
Tiny ripples
leading
into the distance
where stately walls
stand strong
and windows
gleam
in the light of a
low slung sun
“Who loves there?”
you wonder
“What worries
keep them up
at night?”
Are they just like me?
Sometimes when we look at people that are better off than we are, we wonder if their life is better… or in many cases assume that it is. We assume that their worries can’t possibly be as big as ours, or that their life surely has to be so much easier.
The truth is? Every tax bracket has their own worries, every fortune has it’s own misfortunes, and every gleaming bright white cloud has a shadow. We trade worries for different worries, struggles for different struggles, and stresses for different stresses. Each looks at the other and thinks their own troubles are heavier or harder… but no one ever considers that perhaps that’s not the case at all and that in truth, they are simply different… but equal.
Twisting the Leaf 