Blessed.

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I did this one originally (last night) for my little girl, Kate  ,to whom I owe a great debt. And here I am handing it out to everyone else already. And so yet another character flaw is revealed in me …..
 

How blessed am I that you may see
Me naked in my misery
Unburdened of my vanity
And not what I pretend to be

How blessed upon this final day
That you don’t turn your face away
My life, my body, my decay
Embraced by you in every way

How blessed am I upon defeat
That you ignore my long conceit
As I lay dying at your feet
How blessed am I to be complete.

Mindlovemisery photo post #214

Cool World #1MinFiction

For Nortina

Yesterday, when I was at school

I quickly learned the golden rule

Don’t show your cards, don’t be a fool

Just be cool, be cool, be cool.

It worked OK with friends I’d make

The pretty girls to bed I’d take

But lying there my heart would ache

It was not cool to be a fake.

So now that I am old and grey

They care not what I have to say

I’ve had my turn, I’ve done my day

The cool ones wish I’d go away.

Three Quotes, Three Day’s …. Final addition

I am sitting in the lounge at the airport of a major US city. The lounge is owned by Air France but they share it with KLM. The staff is comprised of eight or nine sweet little Japanese ladies. Soon they will call me to a red and white motorbird bound for the land of Oz. If I had needed a reminder of the cultural diversity of the planet then I need it no more.

But it is not quite Day 3. But by the time I get home it will be Day 4. So I am getting ahead of myself rather than getting  behind myself.

I am sticking with ‘authors who have changed my life’ but this time, instead of dead American guys I am going with a very much alive Australian …..

“Or about how when you’re a child, to stop you from following the crowd you’re assaulted with the line “If everyone jumped off a bridge, would you?” but when you’re an adult and to be different is suddenly a crime, people seem to be saying, “Hey. Everyone else is jumping off a bridge. Why aren’t you?”

Steve Toltz, A Fraction of the Whole

Thanks again Bag Lady

Weekend Writing Prompt #54

From Sammi

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The rules : 53 words precisely including the word ‘fountain’

They stood there staring into the fountain. Unwilling, now, to see reflections in each other’s eyes.
“Why?” he asked.
She bent down and took a pebble from the path and tossed it into the water. The tiny rock seemed to pause for just a moment on the surface before plummeting to the bottom.