Flower Child #photography #poetry #mothersday

A silent offering

 made before you can form words

a dance between your face

colored flecks of bliss

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Little fingers filled with offering

no words necessary

love fills your eyes

daisy fairy princess

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A never ending offering

 from generation to the next

sweet daisies in your grasp

they match your yellow dress

What would Mother’s day be without children?

This poem is for the children of our heart who pick flowers when they think of us.

The prompt for today at Poet’s United – Children

“The gain is not the having of children; it is the discovery of love and how to be loving.”

~Polly Berrien Berands

Vicissitudes of a Life #atozchallenge #dreamer

I had rapid fire thoughts surge through my head.

• Princesses never have power in fantasy stories; they always look good and have a  “ga ga” prince
• focus – poison
• Get Blue!!!
• Get Blue!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
• I never dream in colour
• When I wake up I am going to write a bestseller because this dream is too rich
• mommy

“Look mama.” I heard that nauseatingly sweet voice of that little girl.

“Don’t you have somewhere to go?” I wanted to say a bit too unkindly for a kid in a dream. “Ok little girl look at what? I’ll play along.”

“Yes dear her lips are a very odd blue colour. I hope that doesn’t mean the end is near.” Why does she sound like Mrs. Cleaver?

“At least the mother is a realist.Wait. It’s my end that she is referring to. Get that Prussian Blue – ASAP!!”

The next moment the princess sat up. I mean I sat up. I don’t have any idea what is happening. (Needless to say I have no idea if these are thoughts or I am speaking.)

“Thank you so for your help little girl.” (did I say that?)

“All I did was to wish you to be well.” The little girl smiled a little too sweetly for my liking.

“Yes you did.” A beautiful smile crested the princess’ face like dawn after a storm. It was radiant and commanding. “I must go back now. There is a war to stop and a Viceroy’s son to marry.”

“Is that all?” I thought sarcastically.

“Goodbye” the little girl said secretly holding a handful of blue.

“Ahh” I sighed “that’s the way I like a dream to end. A little girl with blue pills,  a very assertive princess, and the dreamer discovering that she is mentally unbalanced.”

The next moment I, she was walking through an unusual forest. “Toto we are not in Kansas…”

Shake it off normal person “I have need of you as you have need of me. Your knowledge from the other world will keep me alive. In exchange, I will one day return you to your world…”

“That’s one assertive princess” I sighed.

…much later having come to my senses

“I’m glad daddy taught me how to look out for myself. (you may not know it prin…cessss but my daddy was a Navy Seal he could kick butt).” I thought.

Out loud I said “Lead the way princess – Carpe Diem.”

She chuckled “You do realize this is not a dream sequence!”

“Yes – time to prepare for a wedding” (back atcha princess)

“It is time I take charge of my dream” I thought as my mind and body shifted to high alert. “Afterall there are people out there trying to kill “my” princess.”

*****Warning*****

When princesses in dreams start talking back to you realize you are in for a big change!!!!

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This is the forth of a short story series that I think I will condense, edit then re-post  “Dreamer” “Jolted Asleep” and ” The Hidden Element”

The beautiful water color that has been the front piece of my “dream” series was painted by the talented Arna Baartz.

Thank you to the A to Z challenge that has given me the chance to pull out archived work and get some feedback on some of my WIP. All of the moderators deserve a month off to dream of next year’s A to Z!!!!

The Hidden Element #atozchallenge #dreamer #shortstory

Though my hands couldn’t help my mind was in full motion.

“Hmm poisons. If only…”
Then it happened my mind scrolled to a symposium I had sat in with a woman who was an expert on poisons. She had an interesting story really. She was a physician who had done an internship in Mozambique. She had purchased jewelry for friends and family. When one of her friends got deathly ill, she realized it had been the jewelry; a beautiful seed that had a residue of the poison inside the shell. It had gotten into a small cut she had on her neck. Something so beautiful could unknowingly kill. So Doc started doing her research on innocuous things that could be poisonous to her patients.

I started thinking about things I had done, things I had eaten. The strangest thing happened. My mind went into a chamber – beautiful with velvet hangings on stone walls. I looked down at my hands; they were covered with rings. My bejeweled hand and wrist alone was worth millions of  dollars. I heard an odd language; I understood what the servant was saying.

“You must rest princess tomorrow you must meet meet with Viceroy’s son. They say he is very handsome.”

I did NOT want to get married but my country was on the edge of a war.

“Yes you are right. Please bring me something to eat in an hour.”

I woke to food laid out but no Awala. “She must be busy preparing my garments for tomorrow.”

I ate slowly. The food had an odd taste. Must be my imagination.
My mind was trying to configure the taste or smell.
“Olepheride” Where did that name come from? It wasn’t part of our element table. But it was an element in the alternate world. A slow deadly poison with no antidote in “that” world. But apparently an antidote here.

“So how did I get here? I mean how did she get here?”

“Stop getting side-tracked. Focus!!!”

I rummaged through all the antidotes I had heard about in the symposium. I had chosen one for a story ; it sounded romantic – Prussian Blue. It was easy to take and you could take a fairly large amount of it. Blue paint pigments were also derived from it.

“Ha” I wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. Even if I had a handful of the capsules or paint, there would be no way to injest the stuff. I am afterall a lifeless princess. A kiss will not eradicate this problem.
“But…”
“No that’s crazy”
“what if???”
“No. Reason think logically.”
“This princess could have powers…”
(I hate it when I start dialoging with myself.)
“…. a princess with powers from another world”
sounds like your average dream sequence
“WHEN _AM __I _GOING _TO _WAKE_ UP???????????”

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Please forgive the double book on the letter “P”. Todays 1st post I had auto posted a month ago before I configued this serial short story. In order to give each some room I will post the dreamer story in the late part of Wednesday. Part 1 “Dreamer” and Part 2 “Jolted Asleep” are part of this dream sequence a four part story that may resolve next week with the letter “V”

Happy  A to Z all!!!!!

Many thanks to the very talented artist Arna Baartz for allowing me to use her watercolor as my “Dream girl”

Jolted Asleep #atozchalllenge #dreams

I felt jinxed, high-jacked, juxtapositioned with another person in the double -helixed dimension of realities.

It had to be a bend in time or worlds or something.

My hands could not move to examine the note but I was able to read the note over and over again. My senses were on high alert. I was looking for clues, foul play, anything….

Words that stood out : Poison, Clock Ticking, Get Help

I tried moving more than once but could not.

I have had a few dreams that seem like I have to do something

but…

I was always able to rouse myself if the dream was freaking me out. Like NOW!!!

“She’s so peaceful, she looks like she’s dead.”

“Look there is a slight rising of her chest.”

Someone touched me and was flung 20 feet away from me.

“She must have some kind of magic protection around her.”

Protection could be a good thing or a bad thing I frowned. If I need help from someone, how will they break the barrier?” If only I knew what poison…

Just then I started watching me – that queer out of body view from above. I was breathing regularly so it wasnt ____ .My skin was not jaundiced rather it was a natural color… check.  I was not numb so it can’t be___.  I was super thirsty???

“Well duh you would be too… but listen you are in a coma your body doesn’t metabolize normally. And you always crave Pepsi – Always!”

I was glad that  I had done some pharmacology studies including illicit drugs.  My boyfriend, Bobby, who jilted me sophomore year was obsessed with forensics, so was I.

“Think you have to get this poison thing right.” I felt like telling myself “then what???”

What I needed was a good hug from myself right now.

I also realized that I needed to figure out who this princess character that I was impersonating was.

I had plenty of time on my hands – tho my hands would apparently be of little help.

This is my installation for the “J” portion of A to Z Challenge where 1800 writers are running about trying to find letters to fit there stories (I mean stories to fit letters ). Last week’s started the story with “Dreamer”; next Wednesday will continue this dreaming princess nonsense…

I recently started following talented artist Arna Baartz. This watercolor “Water Girl” seems to speak of a watery, dreamlike state. You can see more of Arna’s work here. Thank you Arna for the opportunity to show off your work.