Fine Indefinitely

I’ve made a sort of peace

with my chimera-like self.

Yes, I’ve envied

those whose lives were made

of uniform fabric, whose seams

always lined up with each other,

until I realized the beauty

in the patchwork of all my loves

stitched into my grinning soul.

I shall never be elegant.

I shall never neatly fit

into the costume of a role

not meant for me to play.

Those itch anyway.

Singing my praises to the beautiful blue

of a sky as high as I can imagine,

or murmuring prayers to the heart of a fire

that jumps and sparks in steps known only to itself,

I know that certainty sometimes equals confinement

and prefer to stay unconfined, undefined -

unless of course that’s what I desire

at that particular moment.

Song Choice: Closer I am to Fine by The Indigo Girls

This poem is linked up to the Tuesday Platform over at Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads. Kerry asked us to contemplate if a song has ever saved our lives. I'm not sure about saving my life, but something about this song always comforts me and feels like home.

By Rommy Cortez-Driks

Delicately Bold

Demurring by day,

true night blooms are selective

binding up allure

into tempting scents not hues,

beckoning night visitors.

Night Perfume (1950)

Kaoro Kawano

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Song Choice: Because the Night covered by 10,000 Maniacs

This poem was inspired by a prompt given over at Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads: Kerry Says: Let's Paint A Picture, which asked us to create a Tanka based on the art of  Japanese print maker, Kaoro Kawano

By Rommy Cortez-Driks

Unvanishing

Spaces between can be stretched, like shadows lengthening in the fading day. Strange magic tugs on atoms, bending and pulling objects until they vanish. She does not understand that it is herself she wishes to make gone when she says her words into the waiting air. She only speaks the words, “Make it go,” and mass, neither created nor destroyed, rearranges itself elsewhere. It is simpler to make things disappear instead of feelings.

Easy to banish

a bowl or a trinket, still

the shadows remain.

Song Choice: Smile by Nat King Cole

Photo by Jellico's Stationhouse

This story told in haibun came from a combination of the picture prompt given over at Friday Fictioneers and the prompt from Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads, Physics with Bjorn: Space time and the theory of special relativity.