The Sandcastle...Let's play

Rob Gonsalves-Castle on The Cliff

The Sandcastle, it never lasts long.

To build it: is it right or is it wrong?

Nobody ever lives in it.

Why does anybody even bother making it?

The first rain or tide will wash the walls away.

Will children even remember their play?

The splenid Sandcastle will become again

nothing more then a sand, dull and plain.

But what can we ask for more?

We live for new ideas to explore.

Time is not only measured by sand,

We measure it any way we can comprehend.

Vesna

13/04/2010

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An Ignorant Witch and A Tall Scared Man

I HAD to run. His shadow covered mine. The Moon became his partner and Moon followed me too.

Then she appeared. She looked up and I realized I AM a tall man.
“Can you help me little witch?” I asked,  “I am a monster, a man afraid of himself”.
She couldn’t be less interested. “There is full World of those”, she said and flew away on her broom towards the full Moon.

Revenge

“I have never seen something like this”

John stares the long white bared body on the red floor, unable to move.
“And he is not dead, that’s what the doctor says, he is not dead”.
“No he is not. His heart is still beating slowly but steady, the drug is keeping the body alive in the throes of death”.

He looks around… the shoes on a puddle of blood, a table, two cups, the knife, the wooden rosary and the cassock, …

“John, come here! Look at this!” In one of the shoes he finds a syringe, on a written paper:
“Suffer the long dying, as you made me suffer last two years, father – Emma”


-Migue
(For Prompt 2).

The Incarnated Fear of Forgetting - Prompt #2

photography by Diane Powers

Victor was an ill mannered man of staggering genius. A lean shadowy giant with long wiry fingers dressed in elegant rags. He lived in a dark neglected manor, avoiding all. Shoes creaked the floor boards as he walked the halls. Remnants of a painful beautiful past. Doll creations from a conveyor belt that he fashion from the steel of an abandoned factory. No matter what her face forever appearing in the porcelain.

A Gift

Twenty years passed since she met a tall, shadowy man for the first time. His name was ancient almost like the Universe itself. Laura was playing with a ball in the courtyard when he appeared. The man approached to her:”Fasten the laces of your pretty shoes or you'll fall down, Laura”. Something shining appeared in his hand. “This is a gift for you. Take care of it”. That was the beginning.


--Rosa
(for the March 20/April 12 prompt.