To: Mother

Dear all,

It’s strange, right? When people say they’re listening, they often just think of an answer. This kind of dialogue is considered to be intellectual. But what happens when a world finds itself in total disbelief of their leaders and purity of their own hearts? When all seem to listen, there are always those who scream to be heard, yet begged - by Truth - to be muted my the masses. Let’s hope our Earth gives us time to look to the veins of nature and listen to the wishes of our past. Our history, is his story, and her story. Dear Mother Earth, hear our call, and understand we don’t always answer to offer a solution, but to gild our freedom, that is bound to the voice of our selfishness.

Challenge

Challenge of the Week LXXIII

"Fable: a succinct fictional story, in prose or verse, that features animals, legendary creatures, plants, inanimate objects, or forces of nature that are anthropomorphized, and that illustrates or leads to a particular moral lesson." Craft an original fable.

Besdoesk

See the Sea

A little lake is all it takes,

to let Narcissus find he thinks he never fakes

his beauty, his body without flaws,

but he couldn't refuse to look at his reflection, because

he had the urge, a sting,

like a lightning bolt from the Olympian Gods their King.

In another land with another thought

where Thor, Freya, Odin and Fenrir fought

the lightning of the first ached the sky.

A beautiful sight, no one could deny.

Whether there's lightning in the real sky, or in one’s soul

you may find yourself; not in control.

But that shan't throw you off your feet,

be the king of the sky; the Celestial Sphere,

above Poseidon's fleet,

speak for what you stand, be a voice the people need to hear.

Challenge

Challenge of the Week LXXII

You (or your character) happen upon a strange pocket watch. You pick it up, dust it off, and tap it a couple times. It's ticking normally. You pull the crown and everything around you freezes. You press it back into place and normalcy returns. Amazed, you wind it forward, then backward, and impossibly, the world speeds up, then rewinds. Time is now yours to control.

Besdoesk

Tomorrow

Time that's been trapped in a ticking pocket watch, aching and itchingly I'm stitching. Connecting the venom of the past with the sorrow of tomorrow. I'm trying to wind the crown forward to see what royalty the world has planned all for me. But as time speeds up, I age and regret the setting of the pace I faced as my own face grew older. I tried to wind the crown back and regain my young frivole spirit, but the crown was too strong for my weak and old hands, just as the Crown is always following her own politics and plans on the weekends. Unlike the Crown, my time came, seeing my loved ones die, faster that I ever could have hoped to blink my grey, closing eye.