Once upon a time
the world was full of stories
waiting to be told
waiting to be heard.
Once upon a time
is
no
more.
Daily Prompt: Heard
Month: February 2017
Nova Me
A.M. Moscoso
I thought something good would happen today.
I felt it in my bones.
Time to celebrate.
And then the sun exploded.
Right.
In
My face.
the whisper
Art, I have been told is forged by fire.
I couldn’t quite grasp that metaphor.
When I write or when I learned a piece of music on my guitar, fire was not the word I would use to describe my experience.
I’ll look up from my work with the feeling that someone is watching me- just to my left and over my shoulder, close enough to say something into my ear.
In fact, I think it is saying something that I can almost hear.
That feeling is ALWAYS there.
When I am really in tune with the process, the more powerful the feeling.
To me art is not forged in fire.
It’s forged by a whisper.
Photo: A.M. Moscoso
Daily Prompt: Craft
Forever Yours
Photo A.M. Moscoso
Once upon a time someone crafted this tomb
and decorated it
and visited it and left fresh flowers in the urns.
They wept in front of it
and maybe they cursed in front of it
and begged the person inside to come back
even if it was only for five minutes.
And then one day the tomb crumbled
and the person inside turned dust
and so did the person
who
crafted this tomb
and decorated it
and visited it and left fresh flowers in the urns.