Thursday, August 28, 2025

1397 - There was an old viking named Sven

 

There was an old viking named Sven
Who dabbled in plumbing now and then.
"While pillaging's dandy,
I find it quite handy
To be home and in bed by ten."

1396 - A Curious Man


 The image is the insides of a cello by Charles Brooks. Curious, no?


The Sunday Whirl presents these twelve words for us to use in a creative writing piece.  

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Converted runway into "runs away".  Poetic licence.




A Curious Man


“Curiosity is the wick 

in the candle of learning.” 

— William Arthur Ward


It’s a mess, his mind.

It dances, 

The only part of him that does,

It lingers then runs away

On a whim, on an idea,

That, virus-like, takes him

Down exciting pathways,

A prey to his curiosity,

Where he draws aside veils

That few normal men

Dare to part.


His realm is also a mess.

Papers, notes, books,

A microscope, two actually,

A brass Tibetan singing bowl,

A decanter of port, brandy.

Paintings, plants, music.

A rubber puppet of Leonid Breznev.

Three lacrosse balls, 

Chinese medicine balls,

A computer and an abacus.

A kaleidoscope of stuff:

A harlequin testament

To a curious mind.


He’s not a rugged man,

Not a blokey man,

Not even a man’s man.

He laughs at the ridiculous.

Has no football team,

Hard pressed to even name one.

Writes poetry of various sorts,

Abhors cruelty and injustice.

Gets emotional easily,

His voice will quaver,

And his eyes water readily.

But he doesn’t care, 

It’s because he does.

As men go, he is, well...

Curious.



Thursday, August 21, 2025

1395 - Another Place

 


Image by ChatGPT

The Sunday Whirl presents these twelve words for us to use in a creative writing piece.  

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Another Place


“Silence is sometimes the best answer.” 

— Dalai Lama XIV



The smoke spirals slowly upwards

The air is dense with aromatics,

Drifting slowly in the breeze,

On the draft that flows gently,

Languidly, through the building,

Swirling ever so lazily.



The outside boils.

A world of rules.

Must this.

Should that.

Buy. Buy. Buy.

Constant pressure.

Craft your life.

Chase your dreams.

Buy. Keep. Forget.

A shallow shell

Without meaning.

Or purpose.

Sham friends.

It has laughter,

But no joy.

It is all rush.

It slaps noisily

Against the temple

But cannot enter.



Inside the stillness

The smoke spirals calmly,

Sending a message of both

Impermanence and continuity—

A signal that life can be embraced

Peacefully, serenely, in another place.


A temple bell rings.


Thursday, August 14, 2025

1394 - The Blessing

 

Image by ChatGPT

The Sunday Whirl presents these twelve words for us to use in a creative writing piece.  

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The Blessing


The voices of time grew louder.

We both heard them.

We still walked the garden paths,

held hands in the quiet,

but the last door was coming into view.


On a wheeled-walk,

one of her final weeks,

while she was still fully present,

she stopped, looked at me,

and with a steady, loving breath said:

"You must find another wife".


It was not a prophecy.

It was a blessing.


We stood together

at the doors life sets before us—

grief, solitude, freedom—

and she pointed me toward

the one marked Live.


Roots run deep in the story we shared;

growth belongs to the new leaves.


Now the mirror of the past

still shows its debris and treasures,

but it does not bind me.

I travel forward,

letting love lead,

knowing it can be given twice in one life—

once as a beginning,

once as a renewal.


A blessing.


Thursday, August 07, 2025

1393 - The Path

 

Image by ChatGPT

The Sunday Whirl presents these twelve words for us to use in a creative writing piece.  

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Poet & Storytellers had the following prompt: 

"What’s the most important step a person can take?"

My answer is 'forward'.



The Path


"The past is not a tether but a teacher. 

When the lesson is learned, step forward."

— Unknown, possibly inspired by Rumi.


They are everywhere.

Windows on a past life.

Souvenirs fill my space.

Not all mine.  Not all ours.

That’s the sting, of course,

I have become the curator

Of someone else’s loves.

But they do touch me—

I know why they were special,

Mostly.

Special to someone else.

Rings, of course, stay,

Their story is eternal.

But where to from here?



The past.  The future.

The linkages crack,

The grip loosens—

The sirens of life, a living life,

Call me, pull me,

Set me free,

Leading me on—

To the future.



Behind me,

The past waves,

Blows me a loving kiss,

And wishes me well.

I step forward.