When I think of fences keeping something in, I tend to think of emotional fences. We've never had a fence around any of the houses we've lived in, so I don't really relate to them physically.
All of our neighbors have had them though, to keep their pets in, except our current neighbor. I'm not really sure why he has one, but I think it's because he likes to garden. I can't see anything of his backyard except a tree with some very pretty pink flowers, a shed, and a few months ago he added some sunflowers that peeked over into our yard.
I took this one rainy day a few weeks back. It doesn't show all of the fence because my brother's roofing materials were in the way
My response to Mary's prompt is this:
No matter what
I won't take down the fence
Around my heart.
I've made that mistake
Twice before.
To read others' response to the prompt at The Imaginary Garden with Real Toads or to join in go here.
It is not revenge or hate that drives me,
But the love I feel when the sun begins to rise
The life I now lead
Will not dictate how my soul lives
One may look at me and think I am not worth much
But they don't know that I am gold purified by fire
Every inch of me is covered except my eyes
That way I can speak with more than my mouth
I came across this through Grace's post. Kenia's challenge today at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads is to write a bunch of landai. This is a form of poetry used by women in Afghanistan. The poems are only two lines for easy memorization, since only five out of 100 women graduate high school. This goes to show how important poetry and expression are. To read more or join in go here.
Memory quilt
I stitch each thought
Each sentiment
Together
Maybe someday
I'll give it to you
Whole
The prompt for this week's Thursday Think Tank is timeworn. Ella introduced us to an amazing artist who creates visual poetry using things from the past. You can visit her blog to view her work here. To read the other contributions, or to join in go here.
It's hard to converse
when your lips are sealed.
Worse still,
when your heart is.
The prompt this week at Theme Thursday is conversations. I don't converse easily with people, and there's only been one exception to that. I chose to write about the end of my conversations with that exception. To read the other contributions, or to join in go here.
I used to ask myself
What makes up a friend
Until I met you
And definitions
And meanings
Ceased to be important
The prompt this week at Carry On Tuesday is "What is a friend?". To join in or read the other contributions go here.
Death has never been more beautiful
Than when I see the leaves
Set themselves on fire
Deciding to go out with
A bang
Instead of
Politely bowing out
