Expression through poetry
Where the rays touch the earth, life grows
Where the light reaches dark, warmth emerges
Bliss is spread
Where water touches earth, nourishment grows
Where ripples reach light, a enchanting show
When sun and water meet, life flourishes
A union with no equal.
A love like no other.
~A
So I have been posting a lot of poems here recently but that’s something I really really enjoy, so I’m thankful to be able to express myself and get the wonderful feedback from you guys and the other fellow writers on here!
But I wanted to give a quick update on my little family because things are exciting!
My son, who was recently diagnosed with moderate autism, was able to finally get a trial run of an AAC device. And it is working really really well!! He’s able to use this tablet to communicate his wants with me. We are still adjusting to it (he normally drags me places to push my hand on things he wants. Sometimes it’s a guessing game, sometimes he isn’t sure how to tell me so we just pace.)
I’m really hoping to be able to get a permanent tablet for him after our trial period is over, because just in the few days we have used it, I’ve seen progress! I’m ecstatic!
And he has also has mastered saying the word no which has helped in understanding when he doesn’t want something!
On top of that, my little baby girl is catching up on her milestones of being able to sit up on her own from laying down, and we are working on standing, she eats all kinds of food and loves it!
Things have been progressing well and I’m very very happy, my heart feels full with all these achievements my kids are making!
Thank you guys for tagging along with me and all my posts, I’ve really appreciated getting to “know” a few of you through our blogs, and connect through our writing.
I hope you have a fantastic Sunday!
~A
It’s dark, dry and hot.
The sun shines through a sliver in the sky, though nothing grows here, there are plenty of others living here.
All of them particularly violent and vicious.
You have to be that way in order to survive here. This world is rough, but we still hold on.
Legend has it, a being will open up the sky, let the sun shine brighter and bring us salvation. Old lady cricket claims to have seen them when she was young. Said they brought things in to make new homes. The apartments. They are the darkest homes, small, and either too hot or too cold. The slippery material makes it hard for anyone to live in unless you’re a spider. Some are flooded with sweet liquid, if you can reach it without falling in, then it’s a good treat.
Many are not lucky enough to escape the liquid once they have fallen in. More of a graveyard than a home.
Why would such a “god” give us homes if they were dangerous and not comfortable to live? “Trials of life, only the worthy will live to be saved.” That’s what old lady cricket says anyway.
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Faint creeping steps climb the wall. The slight ting on the rusted metal is what gets my attention. A spider, on the hunt for its lunch. Many of the spiders in here are mindless, or crazy, I’m not sure which. But young crickets like myself are prime targets.
My family is gone because of them. Just me and my brother now, hiding in the creases of a wooden post, awaiting a savior that may never come. All we have is time, fear and the embrace of one another.
A hug that brings comfort in a terrifying world, hell bent on destruction.
Not sure if I wrote this short story to its full potential but I had this thought of all the creatures living in my old metal shed, and what it must be like in there. I have seen some insanely massive spiders in there, it’s infested with wasps as well so I rarely go in. And the supposed “salvation” is actually going to be me throwing a bug bomb in there so I can safely get in there without being attacked by said wasps living inside the door frame… horrible, I know. It is absolutely necessary though.
Regardless, I hope this short story was decent. Part of my motivation for this was the wordy weekend prompt: hug from Curious Cappuccino.
I haven’t done a short story in years, so don’t judge me too harshly! But do let me know your thoughts on the idea!
Have a wonderful weekend!
~A
What might happen if I were to scream?
Would anyone hear?
If all my pain and frustration, anger, came out
Would it be loud enough
Or would it be too much force to make any sound?
I doubt we will ever know if I can shatter the glass walls around me,
Though keeping it in is leaving my heart in slivers.
~A
Imagine for a moment,
A vast sea of calm but active waters.
Wind in your sails, you’re on the move, making excellent progress to your destination.
Everything moving as it should.
In an instant, the sails droop, the water turns glass.
The air is stagnant. Not a single sound is heard but your breath, and the nervous beating in your chest.
Your only way forward, is to find an alternate way of moving. You search every crack and corner of your ship and find nothing.
The wind starts to pick up again but in the wrong direction.
Let’s just hope we land somewhere nice.
This little short story describes what it feels like for me when I’m getting, or have, a migraine and I’m trying to speak. I can be having a fine conversation and then the word I need next just vanishes before it reaches my mouth. Where did it go, what was I trying to say, what did the word start with, how did it sound? I desperately try to find that word again and in most cases I can’t, so I have to find a different and often lesser word for my meaning.
It’s incredibly stressful. Which is part of why I love writing. Like today, words are not finding me easily, at all.
I was writing a poem before this and it was just all wrong. So I hope I can revisit that idea I had and deliver it as intended later on!
Have a lovely day!
~A
I invite you,
Come, take a walk with me.
Quiet chaos awaits.
Don’t worry, I won’t let you drown.
Take my hand,
It’ll calm the seas of torment.
Talk to me, my friend.
You’ll distract from the crowds of voices in my ears.
Tell me of your thoughts,
For I might escape the ties that bind me, if only for a moment.
I invite you,
Please…
Come take a walk with me.
This poem was my attempt at visualizing what it’s like to internalize your stresses, your pains, your emotions. I have always shielded my internal chaos from those around me, and having others around (human or animal) has helped me get through challenges, whether they knew it or not. This is what inspired my writing.
~A
How cruel you are
To make pains linger
And pleasures race past like speeding cars.
How terrible you’ve been
To make sadness stick
And love a fleeting grin.
Oh, but how precious time can be…
The sentient minds greatest commodity,
A thief. An immutable, intangible prick.
~A
So I recently posted about losing our beloved family rabbit, Rupert. We had him only one short year, but he made a huge impact on us. He passed away from health issues that I just couldn’t fix no matter how hard I tried, and believe me I tried hard.
If you didn’t read, or remember, he was brought to my door in a box by a little girl who caught him in our driveway. (I had seen him there days before.)
Well 2 nights ago, a guy we know, knocks on the door holding a box. And in that box is this guy.
This picture was taken the morning after. It was too dark to get a picture that night. The camera doesn’t do justice on how big he is.
Our Rupert took a very long time to settle in and allow us to pet him. And even then, he hated being picked up, and only liked head pets and scratches behind those sweet floppy ears.
This rabbit, just lets you pick him up. Any time. Loves being pet, is already jumping and playing, stretching out along the floor! He jumped in my baby girls lap in her bouncer and made her giggle, and my non speaking son with autism, sat next to him feeding him grass and said “here ya go!”
Needless to say I cried! Hearing my sweet boy talk makes me so happy! And not only talk but talk to this new animal that he loves!
When trying to research the breed of this rabbit, (I believe he must be a mix of new Zealand and lion head) I read that this year (2023) is the year of the black rabbit.
In Chinese culture the rabbit is connected to the moon, thought to bring peace and healing.
The black rabbit has not been seen since 1963, as the 12 animals cycle with the 5 elements each lunar year. This year, the rabbit and water element have lined up. Water is associated with the color black, so comes The Black Rabbit.
Rabbits in many cultures are seen as a symbol of fertility, luck, and prosperity.
This rabbit, as I was told, hopped right into a garage full of people that night. The guy picked him up, put him a box and drove him here.
Was this just random chance? Luck? Or was it fate? I couldn’t tell you but I will say that this feels like some sort of a sign. Maybe Rupert sent him, told him it was a good place to live? Or the gods are smiling on my family, showing a sign of good faith and fortune.
Regardless, this rabbit has been so very sweet and has nestled right in. He still needs a name, but I’m thinking of naming him Presley. Ya know, Elvis once once had mutton chops for a beard too so maybe it’s only fitting to be named after such a stylish guy.
How is your summer break going so far?
~A
I need to preface this by saying: this show is dark, it is gruesome, and definitely not for everyone!!
So, if you’re ok with that and want to continue on, let’s dive in!
Ozark
Released in 2017, this show currently has 4 seasons and is considered a crime drama series. I’d say that’s fairly accurate.
We start off with a man named Marty Byrd,(Jason Bateman) sitting in an office talking accounting with a young couple. Marty receives and opens an email (very awkward thing to watch with your granny by the way), a video that brings some extra turmoil to his marriage.
I’ll do my best here to not spoil anything!
After his co worker and partner in the accounting firm go to a “meeting” it is revealed that they work for one of the biggest drug cartels in Mexico, laundering money for them. Sh*t hits the fan so to speak, and Marty has to very quickly get his family and move to the Ozarks to continue on laundering. This is where the real story starts!
This show is a wildly crazy ride following Marty and his wife and two children (young teens). The entire plan to keep his family alive gets upturned at every step. From betrayal, PI’s, local crazies, murder, FBI and the cartel, there is no shortage of “entertainment”.
They don’t skimp on the shock and awe when it comes to the gore. So be aware of that.
Not for the faint of heart or people with high anxiety issues.
I am not easily unnerved, but when it came to a spot in the show when there was a pregnant woman, and later on a baby, involved, I felt very uncomfortable and had some anxiety about it. That’s just because I’m a mom, and I am extremely empathetic!
All in all, this show was absolutely fantastic, especially towards the end. It’s slow to start, but the acting was phenomenal, and the story line was very well written!
If you decide to watch, let me know your thoughts!!
Summer break has begun! Do you have any plans?
~A
The summers air feels soft against my face
Two pairs of tiny toes against me as we sway
The precious tired stares from within my arms,
The sweet sleepy face beside me.
I would live in that exact moment for eternity, and I would never want for anything more.
This hammock, this moment, these souls…
Paradise.
~A
Ink & Embers