Henry David Thoreau suggests in this quote that instead of fearing a thing we embrace it.
M’kay.
This is actually very good advice and I’ve taken it lots of times.
But I have a wicked left hook – you know, just in case the embrace thing falls through.
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Written for today’s One-Liner Wednesday prompt from Linda G. Hill
RDP Wednesday – INSTINCT
Written on our bones-
the fear of snakes
the taste for revenge
tribal loyalty, greed and the urge to
make as many copies of ourselves as we can-
babies as they are called in polite circles.
Written on our bones
all of the times we have abandoned ourselves to our insticts
let them run wild like ill trained dogs
off the chain for the first time
thirsty, starving, wanting more
racing blindly from one strange street to another
until we collapse
on a road, in a yard far away from home where our chain is waiting
for us to return
Putting My Feet In The Dirt August Prompt#22– Alternating Deficiencies.
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In the puffy blue veins
that snake up and down my arm
sometimes my blood runs hot,
sometimes it runs cold
sometimes it does not seem to move at all.
So I flex my fingers, lift my arms, make a fist stamp my feet and say
Are you in there?
I’ll ask my blood
Hey! Don’t you have a job to do? What the matter are you sick?
Hello blood! Is anybody home?
Once
just once
I thought I heard it say
” Of course we’re awake Want to have some fun? Take us out today.
Come on Buddy Girl.
Let’s make it rain.”
Putting My Feet In The Dirt August Writing Prompt# 21- I Was His But He Wasn’t Mine
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There was a house in field
and in this field
the Sun was always shining and the air was always fresh and cool and the birds sang
and the Bees buzzed happily from flower to flower.
The house in the field was empty
and the floors were dusty
and a family of mice lived in the kitchen drawer
on a soft bed made of a picture
of a woman and a man
glaring into the camera
from their wedding day
a hundred years ago.
In angry script on the back it had once said,
” I could have done better, but I settled for her “
An epitaph for a life
entombed in a field
where nobody ever laughed
and nobody ever loved
and nobody ever really lived
a hundred years ago.