Gracefully, you float in the sunlight’s beam
Vivid hues of brightness against the garden’s green
How is it that you ride on air?
And land so lightly, as if not even there?
You visit briefly amid your to and through
Our encounters all too brief before you must needs go
But even in brevity they mean all to me
And make me long for you again to see
I anxious await for some future day
When you from your labours and travels
Oh my Butterfly, will return to stay
Padre
Tiles aligned in pattern sequenced
Like justified words upon a page
Moroccan designs of tessellation
To the encounter’s backdrop the perfect stage
And so, the minister strode – upon a mission of state
To be confronted by the awaiting press
A statement he was called – to the nation to make
He spouted party line
His words too did tessellate
Padre
The petition had received the requisite number of signatures, and it was now on the agenda for the next Council meeting. It had been a long road, but the movement’s supporters were sure that this time the political wanna-bees of the town would start to understand that they were not the all-knowing sovereign power they thought they were. Yes, this was going to be true democracy at work. The people demanded change, and the Council better give it to them. After all, who waits until Friday for bin collection anyway? The weekend rubbish just has to go sooner!
Padre
Life today seems transitory,
As we move on from place to place.
Gone is the time of a job for life;
And old landmarks are removed to make real estate space.
Friendships are measured by numbers on screens
Not by a smile face to face.
Relationships are disposable,
As for greener pastures we race.
“Home”
No more than a “down-time” space.
As all blurs by us, on to what do we hold?
What is it that tethers us in place?
Padre
Tool greater than any other
A weapon with power untold
Preserver and disseminator of knowledge
Wisdom maker and greater than gold:
Ink
Padre
He was the most prolific writer of his day, if not of all time. His work spans across the genres – from poetry, to science, history, and fiction. His knowledge of geography and mythology was encyclopaedic. He could write straight forward prose or turn a comedic phrase. Despite this, details of his life are virtually unknown. I am speaking of course of the famous author, Anonymous.
Padre
Daniels thought it was hard to believe it was even the same galaxy as Earth. The laws of physics were intact, that was a relief, but nothing else on Senian Four seemed to make sense. Okay, the main elements on the planet were still oxygen and silicon, but copper rather than iron and aluminium seemed to be metallic substance, giving the soil a strange greenish blue colour; and if that wasn’t odd enough, the vegetation was primarily red. She stared quizzically at an inversed rose with its red foliage and green blooms.
Padre
Spring advancing to summer
Blooms abound with colourful cheer
Gardens fill with delight
At the crescendo of the year
While winter is nice with its white pristine snow
This season is better with its spectacular floral show
Padre
The military are masters of nomenclature. You do have to understand their unique world-view, however. Back in the ‘80s, our canned rations were replaced by MREs. In typical straight forward military-speak that was the acronym for “Meal Ready to Eat.” It was an accurate description I guess if what you mean by “ready to eat” is that it still requires the rehydration of various freeze-dried components such as shredded potato breakfast patties, also known as Styrofoam.
Padre
Upon a stairway on a shadowy night
I chanced touch the railing making me recoil in fright
As an eerie chill filled my soul
Padre
Weekend Writing Prompt #210 – Eerie in 24 words
See also Upon A Stair from my Gothic Series
