When the Lights Turn Out – #Haibun

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I hear a whisper in my ear.  Turning to you, I smile.  Your eyes flash.  I turn off the light and find you by following the warmth.

Electric tingles
My hands caressing your shape
In a mist of love

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The Clear Light of You – #Haibun #Tanka

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The Clear Light of You

I am walking through a misty wood, lost without a path.  I stumble forward, looking for a beam of light, looking for you.  Is that shape in front of me, that shadow, a person?  Is it walking towards me?  Will it emerge so I can see?  Can that shape be you?  But no, there is a swirl and it dissolves.  I am once again alone in the fog.

We think we can see
In Plato’s land of shadow
And know each other
In the end it’s not there
It is only illusion

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After the Storm

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The storm clouds on the horizon
Are they coming or going?
A patch of blue
A hope, or a reminder of yesterday?

The clear
Black water
The calm before
Or after?

When the tempest blows in
Is it a sign that all is over
Or a reminder
To help others
Weather their own storms?

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Seasons of Imagination by Trent P. McDonald

My mind has been on The Fireborn so much lately that it almost took me by surprise to see a review of Seasons of Imagination. Thank you Karen!

My train of thoughts on...

The author sent me an ARC of this book (pdf format) in exchange for an honest review.

My rating:  ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ :star:

Plot
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Trent P. McDonald’s “Seasons of Imagination” contains an eclectic mix of stories covering many places, times and even different genre, yet they all hold one thing in common, they are all about people.

Be they silly, serious or speculative, all of the stories are about us.

What makes us tick? Why do we say the things we do? Why do we react as we do?

So whether it seems the stories are exploring outer or inner space, in reality they’re always exploring the human space.

Here is an invitation to open the page and come with me to explore the Seasons of Imagination.

Genre(s): Kindle eBooks
> Literature & Fiction > Short Stories > Single Authors
> Teen & Young Adult

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A Better Place

A similar subject was just brought up by a friend on Facebook so I had to go back and dig this up. We need to go beyond “Do no harm” and enter “try to do good”. It is a lesson the world has seemed to have forgotten.

Trent's World (the Blog)

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Many campers, most backpackers and all Boy Scouts know the saying, “Leave the campsite better than when you found it.” That goes far beyond, “Take only pictures, leave only footprints,” since it involves actively doing good.

A slight variation of this phrase is a good bedrock of your personal philosophy, “Leave the Earth better than when you found it.” Like the scouting phrase, it involves a protective part, “don’t do harm,” and an active part, “do good.”

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Dunces and Dreamers…

“He also had a faraway look in his eye, which Elliot always reserved for dunces and dreamers.” – The Fireborn

No matter how suitable you are to receive the ancient sword Excalibur from the Lady of the Lake, the biggest requirement is that you are actually someone who can believe that the possibility exists that the Lady of the Lake will give you the sword Excalibur.  That is, you need to be able to see far beyond the mundane (a dreamer) or be so stupid that you can’t understand why it is impossible (a dunce).

Or so goes one of themes I’ve often used in my writing.

Dunces and Dreamers, Dreamers and Dunces.  As I look in the mirror, both that reflecting my physical image and that reflecting “the real me”, I wonder if the two are so far apart…

Signs – #writephoto

Photo by Sue Vincent

Note – this is part of the story, Towards the Light.  Click here for previous.  Go to the Table of Contents. Or start at the beginning: (click here for part 1 – The Tunnel)

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I woke from a deep and, as far as I knew, dreamless sleep.  The world began to come into focus and I jumped.

I was looking into a pair of eyes.  Not just any eyes, but the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen.

I stood and took a step back.   The eyes belonged to a creature that was about the same size and shape as the goblins I had seen the night before, and just as sexless, but was as beautiful as they were ugly.

“And who might you be?” the person asked.

“I’m just a traveler.  I came in here to escape the dark of night,” I said.

The person looked up and said, as if to itself or to a higher being, “This is a sign.”  It looked back at me, and smiled.  I flipped a coin in my head at this point, to avoid confusion.  “She” said, “xxxxx.”

“What?” I asked.

She frowned slightly.  “xxxxx.” Continue reading

Eagles

Mature eagle in flight

We all have hopes and dreams
We want to spread our wings
And fly

We see ourselves as the eagle
Riding a breeze
Across the sky
A mile above the forest
Distinctive

We tell each other
That all you have to do
Is try
Just do it!

And yet
The sky isn’t full of eagles
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A Dare

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PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

The town is full of mill buildings, some going back 200 years.  Most have been converted to modern uses, like boutique shops, apartments or small businesses.

And then there is the Sturgess factory.

I’m sure you’ve heard the stories.  The original building, a cotton mill, burned to the ground with 75 workers, all girls between 14 and 25, locked inside.  A garment factory grew on the site, but it was converted to chemicals.  It killed the river and most of the workers.

They say nobody living has been inside.

So, what do you say, join me exploring it on Halloween? Continue reading