We

We – me the puppet and you the string.

Whose tune are we dancing to?

Whose failures are we rectifying?

Whose success are we recreating?

Whose dreams are we carrying?

Whose ideology are we fighting for?

Whose wishes are we fulfilling?

Whose prejudice are we guarding?

Whose life are we trying to live?

 

When this act is over

and we are stored safely in a box

Who will take the stage and tell our story?

Of you and me – We.

We – me the puppet and you the string.

— end —

 

 

This 87 word poem/prose  was written for the 100 word photo challenge. More details about this challenge can be found at: https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2016/06/15/17-june-2016/

PHOTO PROMPT ©Copyright -John Nixon

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The date

“We should meet”, she says to her long-time phone date.

“I’m ugly.”, he says

” Beauty is skin deep”, she says already in love with his silky voice and generous heart.

“Even children run away  from me”, a sad laugh.

“Because they don’t know to look someone in the eyes, see deep into the soul where true beauty lies”, she says.

Sitting across him at the cafe she struggles to look him in the eye. It would have helped if the other eye wasn’t where the ear should be, she thinks.

Beauty ,unfortunately, matters.

—end—

PHOTO PROMPT © Douglas M. MacIlroy

This 93 word story was written for a 100 word photo challenge. Details can be found at:

https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2016/06/08/10-june-2016/

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Balanagamma

“…to kill the demon, who’s holding Princess Balanagamma captive, you need to cross seven oceans and seven mountains to reach a cave… there will be a parrot , in a golden cage, wring it’s neck to kill the demon…”, Grandma was telling us the Indian folk tale ‘Balanagamma’ for the thirtieth (maybe fortieth) time.

In the dark  her words spun  images of  distant forests and treacherous paths.  I wondered why mother never tells us bedtime stories.

The wheel of time turns.

“Again, Again!”, my children say.

Mother says…”Balanagamma was a beautiful princess…”

I wait my turn to tell the tale.

–end —

Some stories are best told by grandmothers.

This 100 word (true) story was written for the 100 word photo challenge. More details about this challenge can be found at:  https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2016/06/01/3-june-2016/

Thanks to Piya Singh for this week’s photo prompt.

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