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Human

CCC40

“Why do you keep going back to that forest? “
“It just feels right to go home to rest”
“There used to be your home years back. Also, do you feel tired? “
“No. I just feel that nights are to go home and rest.”
“Uh Uh, There is something wrong in the code. You can not be showing ancient human symptoms. It has been ages they slept in the night. The Internet ruined that.
“Am I not human, then?”

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Inspired by CCC40 [image] and Six sentence story [word: code] 

Birds

The idea of the poem below started with the poem Migratory Birds as Laura on dVerse Tuesday Poetics asked us to use one of the translated poems as an inspiration for a poem. It made me remember another song that has opening lines that birds , rivers and winds are not bound by borders, so what really did we gain by being the way we are.

https://pixabay.com/vectors/migratory-birds-birds-sunset-sun-157638/

It was another era,
when my stories had wings
riding on the clouds across time and space;
It was folly of youth –
to tie wishes to trees,
praying for impossible outcomes;
like birds flying
across oceans, leaving home behind
only to return later;
always a stranger to lands
and the trees that promised to nest.

Stories

This is the final part of the story. Part 1 & Part 2 [linked]

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“I did not expect you to look older though”, he said genuinely surprised to find her standing in front of him.

“We age too, and part of this is to blend in when I visit Earth.” She replied as she settled on the mountain ledge.

“How did you even find this place ?”, she continued.

“Followed the signs from the old stories my ancestors collected. I realized quite late that stories are where all the knowledge is hidden. It’s a pity, people have stopped listening to them”. He said softly

“The stories are your bloodline, same as your son’s,  all this while. I feared he would fare best as a storyteller. And he figured the same when he seeked you out to learn this dying art.”

“My son ?” he asked puzzled, till he remembered the young man at his home, the one who after a year, had left that very morning to spread the ancient wisdom in the world, as a payment for his training.

Written for Six Sentence Story

The Meeting

[Part 1 of this tale was posted last week here ]

Hiding behind the heavily scented flowers, he felt a sense of calmness surround him.

His mind wandered to the first time he had seen her – in another waterfall that also served as a portal to Hell.

He never asked nor knew why she was banished from earth, even after she had taken their son away from him.

Suddenly he realized that she was no longer visible from his position.

He padded along the rocks, trying to find another spot to keep her in his sight.

Before he could settle again, he heard her standing behind him, “You look older”.

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Inspired by Crimson’s creative Challenge (Image) , Six sentence story (pad) and Twiglet

Afternoon

A lonely cloud in the bright sky,
the trees sway gently
as the shadows pass by;

in this stillness, I sit,
not bothered by the silences
as long within your touch.

I smile at the shy red flowers
dotting the yellows and the green;
as I move to rythm of your restless feet.

I feel alive in the freshness
of summer sun on empty roads
waiting for the bus, to take us home.

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Inspired by Toads prompt to write a stillness poem.

Courage

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

As she took the train to her town again, she hoped today, she had the courage to get off the train.
She was once a darling of her charming little town, an amateur singer who had run ran away to seek more fame.
If only her voice had stayed the same.

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Inspired by Friday fictioneers (image), Weekend Writing prompt (word: Amateur ) , Tale Weaver (word: Darling)

SON

Cenote Cave in the Yukatan by mattiaverga at Pixabay.com

He finally found the secret cave.
She appeared in the early morning with her guards.
As she waved in and out of the waterfall, she relished being home.
This was one of the few spots she could enter Earth.
This was where she met her son each year.

And today he too would see his boy.


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Inspired by Six sentence story (word prompt: wave) and Twittering tales (image prompt)

lost & found

Image by Dessie_Designs from Pixabay

A casual wave, a shy smile,
a lazy twirl – and she earned
being called the temptation personified;
the young ones lost hearts,
while old ones enjoyed their silly fights –

each judging her arrogant ways –
confused by the power she held,
none ever thought of her lonely eyes
wandering the hills, far away from all men.

not a soul, she had to talk;
until he moved along as she passed;
within weeks, some days more;
her heart finally found a home.

“This is where I found myself so lost” –
today, on the same hill, he proposed.

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Inspired by Reena’s exploration challenge & Weekend writing Prompt

Also linked to Open Link night @ dVerse Poets Pub

Meeting point

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

“They congregated up in the hills, far away from judging eyes”, he answered.
We were newly inducted to this secret society which my great-grandfather had started to track unexplained people and keep detailed records.We gathered intel on these aliens among humans who needed to be handled immediately.
“But that would be extreme,to do now”
“We can meet in this plaza”, he offered.
“The one with the white statue with eyes covered ?”
“Yeah, she sees nothing. We see nothing. The fucking world sees nothing nowadays.”
The cameras see it all, we knew but those could be erased.


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Inspired by First Line Friday (first line) and Friday Fictioneers (photo)