It's Friday Flash time again...
The prompt is...
Broken
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2) No upper or lower word limits;
3) You must write something new;
4) You can prepare your post ahead of time but the 5 minute limit still applies; and
5) If you add your blog post to the weekly linky you must visit five other blogs that week too to show your support.
Broken
(given 5 minutes)
Today I checked the theme of this week’s flash and it was
‘broken’. I thought it was really apt as this week and the last I’ve been glued
to the Paralympics. On Monday and tomorrow, I had the honour, and I underline
the word ‘honour’, to go and watch these magnificent athletes racing. Winning.
Fighting. Overcoming. Not giving up. All of these things so important. Life
takes us all on different journeys, throws up different challenges, surprises
us, confounds us and sometimes poses us with something that we find difficult
to overcome. But these athletes have overcome. I watch with tears in my eyes
every time someone crosses the line, and fulfils their dream after years of
hard work and determination. Which brings me back to the theme of ‘broken’.
What does broken mean? Can such a thing always be overcome? And what of the
body and the mind? When are they broken? From watching the Paralympics and
these amazing people, I would put forward that nothing is ever truly broken. The
spirit is stronger than the body, and the spirit fights back over adversity. A
big cheers to the Paralympics athletes. I am in awe.
Dolls
(given 5 mins)
Lopsided smiles
On broken faces
The porcelain cracks
Black lines drawn
Around dark eyes
Red lips beam
The colour smudged
Echoes of a name
Repeated some time
In ages long past
When words frayed
Emotions spent
Childhoods passed
We learn as we cry
We grow as we smile
Giggles at bedtime
Tumbles beside
Running into tomorrow
Pausing to recall
Cracked expressions
Of aged dolls
Some haiku
(given 5 mins or less for each one)
She fades into dark
Places where sanctitude reigns;
Memories shattered
Snapped into pieces
The doll cries in silences
Tears deep etched in dust
The body broken
Digs deep from the heart to learn
Ways to live again
Into the light she
Shines – before rows of faces
She crosses the line
Despite this cruel crush
The spirit fights in the dark;
A sense of awe shines
Vickie - In case you didn't see my first comments, I really love reading your Haiku - The last two stanzas of your latest touched my heart.
ReplyDeleteThanks Gregory! I only just checked the comments. I went to the Paralympics on Monday and Friday. I loved it soooo much. I'm so going to miss it. Thank you for reading my haiku. They are each individual poems. I'm so glad they touched you. I try to imagine feelings and situations, and try to put them into words that people can connect with. I try to paint a small picture of a moment. Thank you!
DeleteI helped out at the Special Olympics when I was in high school. It was always a great time.
ReplyDeleteThat's so cool. I so wish I'd volunteered at the Olympics. I think it took me a while to realise it was really happening!
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