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Unhealthy

Unhealthy

Would that those spiteful words
Be unsaid
So my cracked heart
stings no more
Had I not seen you
then surely my happiness
would still be in tact
Our love song was unsung
I accepted the ending
and have only myself to blame
That ship had sailed
You had slipped from sight
beneath the waves
if life’s disorder
and I pulled you back
to the surface
Can a sight be unseen?
Can words ever be unheard?


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Bjorn is hosting Open Link Night at D'Verse

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Protector

Protector

Spread your boughs wide
and encircle me with your span
May your soft leaves
gently caress and comfort me
Protect me with your size
and calm my nerves
with your strength
Feed and nourish me
with your fruits
and keep my secrets safe
with your wisdom


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All Rights Reserved

Sarah from Sarahsouthwest is hosting D'Verse and has prompted us
with The Strange Houses of Lee Madgwick.  I chose the one called
The Embrace. 

Flower Child – Flash Fiction

Flower Child

Every Sunday without fail, mother and I would walk to the station and catch the morning train to the coast to see my grandmother.   

Mother would tend to grandmother’s garden, caring for roses, mowing grass and trimming bushes. I amused myself as best I could for an eight-year old but mostly I learned about flowers.  Names like Peony, Hollyhock, and Delphinium. The term “bedding plants” made the child I was, giggle.  But pretty blue Lobelia was prefect next to the white Alyssum.

Exhausted we’d return in the early evening with armfuls of her beautiful blooms.   

I did not always want to go.  I know now my mother was escaping from her unhappy life and needed the diversion.  She is no longer here and I think I’d like, too, to plant the sweet alyssum that smells like honey and peace reminding me always of her.

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Sanaa aka adashofsunny is hosting Prosery Monday at D'Verse.
She has prompted us with this line from a poem that is to be included
in our piece of flash fiction exactly as it is.  

"I’d like, too, to plant the sweet alyssum that smells like honey and peace.”  from the poem, “What I would like to grow in my Garden.” by Katherine Riegel.

The piece of flash fiction is to have no more than 144 words' 
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