Brief Encounters
His face was so stern, no hint of friendliness. And no returned smile upon receiving mine. He seems distant, no room for foolishness. And as quickly as he came into my life, he walked out, just a brief encounter we will always be.
Observation of boredom
Slummed over, her only entertainment; sharpening pencils. She slowly and carefully collects the shavings, as if the prolonged time doing this will save her from boredom. Perhaps there is something more to her boredom, as her expression expresses a need, a need to belong.
Soggy Cereal
Deflated and gross looking, forgotten and not wanted. Born to be thrown away.
Washroom mirror
The washroom mirror is where imperfection lies, messed up lighting gives off false images. Splattered with products, giving a distorted reflection.
Fake flowers
Dust always seems to collect on fake flowers. Fake flowers remind me of not accepting change, there is never a chance for something new, consistency…
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Brilliant. The one about the 'man' startled me a bit. Such a wonderful writer!
ReplyDelete-James-
Why did it startle you?
ReplyDeleteThank you
Hi.
ReplyDeleteI was startled because upon reflection, 'the man' to the reader is a rather mysterious unknown figure- brief interlude, and gone. Such depth only makes on curious as to why and how one man made such an impression- only to seemingly disappear. You described his emotions- or lack of. You smiled. He did not.
I suppose it was just- sad?
You are welcome. :)
Advice to J M.G. L p:
ReplyDeleteNo one worth possessing
Can be quite possessed;
Lay that on your heart,
My young angry dear;
This truth, this hard and precious stone,
Lay it on your hot cheek,
Let it hide your tear.
Hold it like a crystal
When you are alone
And gaze in the depths of the icy stone.
Long, look long and you will be blessed:
No one worth possessing
Can be quite possessed.
~posted by Jon Silence