Makes for a difficult life
Friends harder to find
Loneliness slashes the heart
Unless you know you are great
I pushed my way through a mob of unruly lads and found a heap of a boy lying curled up on the ground. The sounds of his whimpers upon approach cut right through to my heart. I brushed aside the boy’s hair and wiped away his tears. The names the others called him were too vicious for me to retell. He looked at me with gratitude. I stared deep into his eyes. They told me all I needed to know. That poor boy was so pure of soul. How he was treated angered me. I wanted to chase those heathens away. The boy begged me to leave it as it were. He explained he had accepted his fate. I tried to change his mind. Pride spread across his face. I wish those other boys had his gift of not being able to hate.
Evelyn over at Filling a Hole has encourage me to participate in the Buddha Rocks Project this week. Each day I have been using a different photo as inspiration for my posts chosen from the vast library by Eric Alder located at Bubba’s Place Deviant Art Gallery – Buddha Rocks. Today’s post was a result of me playing around with Tanka Prose and Haibun style writing. I don’t think I have quite got them right yet but they are an enjoyable challenge.
- Blackberry Summers – Buddha Rocks Project – Day 4 (usaukwoods.wordpress.com)
Love the take you have on this…
An old soul, Robin
Your stuff has been so stirring the last couple days…
You may not have gotten the form right but the words, images, feelings and ideas are all so beautiful they move way beyond form anyway. Very lovely and moving.
Thank you for that! From time to time I experiment with new forms of writing but I am never very successful at them. Still… I like a challenge.
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