Amen

 Bruno. C

                    You study my picture 

                     and you feel nothing but sadness... 

Why?  

                                         Do you think that your way is better?   

                      I have everything that I need: 

   my mother, my father and 

my bicycle. 

Amen.

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And now, for this weekend's Trifextra.  We want you to choose one of the pictures and give us a 33-word response to it.  Your responses will be judged by the community this weekend.  If you use the photo on your blog, you must include the attached accreditation (with active links). 

Finding the Funny

The mistletoe hung

in hopes of some kissing

The turkey was stuffed

 but my band-aid was missing

 Out came the stuffing 

just to be sure

That's when I glimpsed it

 band-aid on floor

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Yesterday, my day started out with my own personal grief and then as the tragic events in Connecticut unfolded in the media, I was joined by many others.  I had to dig deep to find the funny but I am a true believer in the healing power of laughter so I decided to look to the Ghost of Christmas Past to provide me with the memory of a chuckle. 

 

The above was written in response to this weekend's prompt at Trifecta:

For many of us, the holiday season is in full force.  Which can be amazing, overwhelming, exhausting and even depressing.  I re-discovered the magic by recalling my favorite holiday movie, Elf.  The wacky humor and the irrepressible optimist, Buddy the elf, can melt the cold, black heart of the Grinchiest of us.  And make us laugh until we turn the snow yellow.

This weekend we're asking you to write 33 words that will make us laugh or smile.  Even a chuckle will do.  We look forward to the communal spirit lifting.  Good luck!

 

Oblivion

Do you happen to know the way out of this heartbreak town?
Are there any cheap flights to Oblivion?
Yes, please book me on the red eye tonight...
I will fit right in.
  
This weekend we are giving you three variations on a prompt.  We need you to give us 33 words back, and 2 of those words must be either "cheap flights," "sandwiched in" or "spectacularly clean."  This weekend, your piece must also be non-fiction (poetry or prose).  And yes, we reserve the right to call your mothers and former lovers to ask for verification on your tales.

A Fresh, New Person

I wrote this poem a year ago as we waited for my grandson to be born.  Looking back, I realize it is a little hopeful....

A little girl waits

for a fresh, new beginning.

Waves of pain flow over her,

washing her clean.

She longs to separate his body from hers

only to keep him forever close.

She longs to hold him in her arms

and gaze at his fresh, new face.

She readies herself and

lays out his clean, white clothes.

Clothes befitting of a fresh, new person.

“He will match his outfit”, she says.

As he emerges from her body,

he will wipe the slate clean.

He will be her bridge over rivers of hurt,

her antidote to a poisoned heart.

He will quell her anger

and quiet her soul

She will emerge from the waters,

with her youth dripping from her.

No longer a little girl, but a woman.

A fresh, new woman.