Rebuilding the Ruins

It was a beautiful place, the green of the forest cradling the charred remains of the house, the steel beams that would have held it up under the worst of earthquakes still standing. The birds were chirping quietly overhead and there were squirrels and other wildlife moving through the ruins.

She looked up at it and remembered the laughter of the people who had lived there. The sound of children wrestling in the backyard and the smell of the food being cooked in the kitchen.

“You’re gone now, I have accepted it,” she whispered to the trees, “But that doesn’t mean I can’t rebuild.”

image: courtesy of Wikipedia Commons, taken by Johann H. Addicks – addicks@gmx.net used under the Creative Commons Agreement

Inspired by the Light and Shade Challenge.

 

Stratosphere Contemplations

She gazed below as the ground continued to move underneath her. She was high up in the atmosphere, mostly in the outer reaches of the Earth’s gravitational pull and yet still close enough to see as the planet turned.

‘It is so beautiful. I can see why my queen would do everything she could to protect this place.’

It was a view that she had seen millions of times throughout her life and it was likely that it would continue to be one that she sought during those times when she wanted to be alone. There were very few that could reach this height and not require some kind of equipment to either give them air or hold their position. She did both effortlessly and without much thought.

This wasn’t the first time she had sought this refuge since her sister was sent away and it wouldn’t be the last time either, but each time she came here, she was less melancholy and less prone to depression.

This was a very good thing. For someone with her abilities and responsibilities falling into a depression wasn’t just disastrous for herself, but for millions of other lives that not only depended on her to defend them, but for the generations that would come after. When someone, anyone fell into depression they lost track of time. She couldn’t afford to do something like that when what were months or years to others were centuries to her.

‘Maybe I should go on a short tour of our galactic region as Solaris has suggested. It would do me good to be away from the last place my sister and I were together on.’

With her mind made up, Star gave one last look down at the mountain range below before jetting off through the atmosphere back to her queen’s current abode.

image: courtesy of Wikipedia Commons taken by Bjoertvedt and used under the Creative Commons Agreement

 


Inspired by the current Light and Shade Challenge.

It’s Coming

image: courtesy of freeimages.co.uk

 
Decisions can come all over the place
Even when you think they’re not in your face.
Can’t put it off too long because that is a choice too.
It is something that you will have to do.
Don’t put it on someone else
Especially if you put them on a shelf.
 
You won’t grow if you don’t learn what you should know.
 

Inspired by two things, the Light and Shade Challenge and my sister’s youngest boy. He’s more than a bit indecisive.

Not Really Here

 
Gunpowder, treason and plot
–From a traditional English children’s rhyme
Now it is time again
And of me little will be seen.
November swallow me whole
Of this, I surely know.
 

‘Tis that time of year again. I’ll be on here sporadically, but I’m working on my Nano novel so anything on here will likely be short.

This little ditty was inspired by the Light and Shade Challenge, which I adore even when I’m super busy.

Merciful Coward

It wasn’t something that she had done. No, it was never something she had done. It was always the opposite.

It was what she hadn’t done.

What she had allowed others to do.

All because she was weak.

There were those that said differently, that said what she had allowed to happen was a kindness, was mercy.

“You could have sunk to his level, ma’am, if you had killed him.”

“You granted him the mercy that he did not grant others.”

“You are more forgiving than many.”

What they did not realize was that there had been no mercy in her heart, no forgiveness that had stayed her hand.

It was cowardice, pure and simple.

She’d never been alone, not truly alone, as she’d always had her other half with her. Even if they were on opposite sides of the globe she would still hear and feel her other half in the back of her head.

Her other half was gone now, sent away to give her a chance at finding more than just her life, but her very sanity.

She could no longer hear her in the back of her mind, could not longer feel whether or not she was happy or even still lived.

And so when her cousin, the one who was her brother almost in spirit if not in blood, had knelt before her, hands chained behind his back and a defiant look upon his face and bruises scattered about his frame, her hand froze.

Instead, she had him banished and his abilities locked.

But though she was older than most empires and countries and the written memory of mankind, even she was not omnipotent nor all-powerful. Her abilities, while stronger than his, were not as tricky.

It wouldn’t be until much, much later that she learned that he had found a way around the binding. The fullest parts of his abilities were still out of his reach, but he had enough to cause more than just mischief.

One of the things he had been partially successful in undoing was the runes that would bring him to her or her to him. She would still be able to find him, but it would be a hunt across space, time and the dimensions throughout them.

“I didn’t spare him because of mercy or forgiveness.” she would whisper to the night sky, “I left him alive, because like me, it is hard for him to die and I did not want to be the last of our kind.”


Inspired by this week’s quote from Light and Shade Challenge.

Every man is guilty of all the good he didn’t do. –Voltaire

Wiggle Room

At times I find myself browsing through online,
Readily seeing what I would have, should more money be mine.
Even though I forget that the whole wide world is Thine.
 
You give me more than enough to face my longest days
Or gently take my hand in yours when I don’t know Your ways.
Until I walk beside You in peace and nevermore will I strays.
 
Just keep in mind as the days go by that there’s more to life to see
Even though there’s more I want, I have all that I need.
Life is not about gaining all and letting more go to seed.
Life is about who you surround yourself not only in times of need.
Yet there is more that I would say because this is not quite all I see.
 

I didn’t used to understand why jealous was shortened to ‘jelly’ other than it took less articulation to say. Now that I’ve had time to think about it, jelly wiggles all over the place even when it hasn’t been broken up and stirred whenever there’s a big movement (or not so big movement.) When we see something we want that someone else has, we wiggle around in discomfort (even if only in our minds) because we want it too.

When jealous, we are just like jelly except the emotion isn’t quite as good when we swallow it as the food is.

This little poem and thought was inspired by the quote from this week’s Light and Shade Challenge.

Jealousy is all the fun you think they had.
–Erica Jong

Silent Apocalypse

The world was a silent place. The wind would blow, the rain would fall and the snow would pile up, but it did so without stereo. Without even a whisper.

Was it always like this? Was there a time when it was different?

Nobody really knows.

In books and old magazines that are sometimes found, we read about the constant drumbeat that underscores all of life.

Yet how can such a thing ever have existed when no one alive can hear a thing? Is this some kind joke that our ancestors have played upon us?

(There are still writings that document the false apocalypse that was supposed to have been the destruction of the world. Whether it was supposed to come via infection, an evolution in the life cycle itself, by the mutation of a virus or even from a cure gone bad, we certainly have nothing that could be considered a zombie or one of the ‘infected’.)

There is no sound and no noise. Science has failed us in a way that we never suspected. It was always believed that science would prevail in all things.

We are baffled by this as science has always proven to be right in the end. Was not the Earth round? Was not the sun the center of the solar system? Were there not more planets and suns and solar systems out there in the universe?

We thought we knew everything.

No! We did know everything! Science was our religion for we needed nothing else.

So how could science fail us in this endeavor? No, this is nothing more than a cosmic joke that our ancestors have played upon us.

Sound is nothing more than a myth.


This was inspired by a combination of listening to a beautiful movie that dealt with a choir while watching the wind create a mighty ruckus outside, but was silenced by the thick window panes as well as from the Light and Shade Challenge prompt for this week.

 

Yesterday, upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn’t there.
He wasn’t there again today,
I wish, I wish he’d go away…
–Hughes Mearns

New Life, Old Chains

image: Wiki Commons and used under the Creative Commons Agreement, taken by Tony Bowden in Tallinn, Estonia

 
Bygone days of leisure and pleasure
Right under your very nose is taken.
Or did you not lost it, but let it go?
Keeps you on your toes
Even when you think you’re at your sharpest.
Now it’s time to really set out and life your life.
 
Can you really live without a plan?
Has that plan ever really helped in the past?
As far as I’m concerned, no it hasn’t.
find that I’m more flexible than I thought.
Not even going to forget the price I paid for this.
So I shall face my future boldly.
 

This poem is dedicated to my mother. It is her birthday today and this kind of describes what I know about her from childhood to adulthood to grandmotherhood.

It was also partially inspired by the Light and Shade Challenge.

Up the Ante

Your rules are really beginning to annoy me. –Escape from LA

Lately, the kids have been getting their work done really fast. So we, the adults, decided to up the ante.

Keep in mind that their housework previously included the following only:

  • pickup bedroom, make bed
  • pickup/vacuum/mop, etc. main room (living room, kitchen, dining room, hall-stairs-entrance way) (only mop/vacuum three times a week, sometimes two)
  • put clean clothes away
  • clean kitchen after dinner (dishes, counter tops, stove top, put leftovers away)
  • clean bathroom once a week
  • clean kitty litter box, pickup after dog

Sometimes we’ll throw in a little yard work every other week (as needed).

When I was their age I had to do the following either every day or at least once a week:

  • pickup/vacuum/mop, etc main room
  • pickup/vacuum bedroom, make bed
  • clean kitchen after dinner
  • pull two bags of weeds in the yard during the fall/winter, four bags during spring/summer
  • wash walls/windows/washboards every weekend
  • polish furniture every weekend (we had a LOT of wooden furniture, including a baby grand piano and intricately carved furniture from before they had kids)
  • laundry (wash, dry, sort, fold, put away)
  • rake leaves, any other yardwork as needed
  • clean out pet cages/litter box/clean up backyard from dogs
  • clean out fridge and under stove top, etc. once a month

It was a lot because we had a big house, a large yard and eight kids. Now we live in a duplex with a small yard and pretty stuffed quarters (we are going to move…eventually…) and only have three kids with a handful of adults.

When it was decided to up the housework as they are old enough to handle it now they were not happy. They must now do what they did before and wash the walls by the end of Saturday. They have informed us that there might be a revolt. The would-be revolutionaries were informed that any revolt would include loss of electronic privileges as they’d be ‘locked down.’

It’s going to be more fun when we get them to start washing windows and polishing/washing furniture in a few weeks.

When informed of a change of pace
How red you looked in the face.
At least you didn’t throw a fit
There was something positive that came from it.
 

This post is brought to you by the Light and Shade Challenge.

Press On

Through rain and snow and storm, no matter how the weather howled for her blood, she would press on.

“My Lady! The storm grows ever stronger! We must turn back!”

“No! We are almost there!”

Any further words were stolen by the wind as a the gusts kicked it up a notch. She paid no heed and pressed on, even when she was certain that only her most faithful servant was still behind her.

She would find the end to this Scourge across her lands, no matter the cost.

Neither snow, nor rain, nor heat, nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds.

–Herodotus (484 BC – 430 BC)

 


Inspired by the quote for the prompt last Monday from Light and Shade Challenge.