Play

swing-339255_640So quiet the streets,
So still those old swings remain.
Breaking that silence
Are mothers long wails of pain –
There’s not a child left to play.

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Written based on the prompt in The One Minute Writer – Tanka Tuesday. The prompt was “Play“. To learn more about the style of writing. Please check out the original post on TOMW here.

Safe

view-from-the-planeHe woke up drenched in sweat. But that was common these days. It had been a long time since he’d slept undisturbed and peaceful. The last was when she had slept beside him. Now, when he shut his eyes, horrifying scenes of battle played constantly – Blood. Death. Destruction. He was near breaking point, and waking up everyday with fear as his constant companion wasn’t helping. He was almost glad when he was shot and the doctors said he was unfit to go back to fight.

He turned, looking out. He was going home. With her, he would finally be safe.

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Written for Friday Fictioneers and you can check out the other contributions here.

UBC24: B is for Benevolence

Longer than you,
I’ve walked these lands
Since the continents were formed;
When grasslands turned to sand,
Before man donned his crown
And the world became
The way you know it;
Benevolence, is my name.

Then, I was worshiped.
My will, you did abide.
But some time since then,
You cast me aside.
My garments once dazzling
Pure, without rend
Were so, only when
Benevolence was your friend.

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With every cry
Of a widow of war,
With every young child
Who has parents no more,
With each young man
Lying crippled in bed,
Because of your weapons
The slaughter you led.
With every child
Whose innocence you’ve stolen
With every parent
You’ve left heart-broken.
You’ve rendered my garments,
Almost beyond repair
My face is scarred,
My body, now bare.

Perhaps that is why,
You don’t see me there…

I urge you to remember,
Before I fade away
I pray that you hear me,
That you revive me today.
Please clothe me once more,
In garments without rend
Let us walk together,
I’m Benevolence. Your old friend.

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Written for ABC Wednesday “B is for…” as well as the Ultimate Blog Challenge

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UBC23: Flood

abstract-21644_640Long ago it rose,
To renew a rotting earth.
Ripe now seems the time
For the water to return…
To once again cleanse our world.

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Written based on the prompt in The One Minute Writer – Tanka Tuesday. The prompt was “Flood” To learn more about the style of writing. Please check out the original post on TOMW here.  I’ve also written it as part of the Ultimate Blog Challenge.

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