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)