2015, Poems and poetry, Proses

Those with wings…

Like her, the park is lonely and the air is sick. It smells of stale roses and untreated promises; and the swing on which she sits squeaks a song so pathetically sad it almost makes time stop — and time, like some humans, knows less when it’s better to instead tread quickly.

The grass below is wet with dew, as are her fingers which she continually bring to her face to wipe away the watery signs of fragility and brokenness. From somewhere far, a beautiful sparrow descends and stops right where she sits, to fly to and fro. Distracted by the sudden chirrup, she looks at her new companion and smiles.

“Will you stay, birdie?” she asks — only to remember soon after that wings always fly

 

Written in response to today’s prose-poetry prompt: “fingers” (also goes for “cut off“)

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By the roaring waves!

Humor that hides your sorrow

Humor is that quality which covers or hides your sorrow.. I don’t know whether you agree to this, but I believe it.

Remember what Charlie Chaplan said:

I love to walk in rain because nobody can see that I am crying.

“A comedian is not a man who says funny things,” Ed Wynn once said. “A comedian is one who says things funny. For instance, a comedian is not a man who opens a funny door — a comedian is one who opens a door in a funny way.”

When one talks happily, makes people laugh, wears a continuous, cheery smile, it means he/she is hiding something badly. But that also means, that the person REALLY needs someone who could look into her eyes and understand the depth of circumstances she is going through. 

A LESSON IN PSYCHOLOGY:

WHEN A PERSON LAUGHS TOO MUCH EVEN ON STUPID THINGS, BE SURE THAT THE PERSON IS LONELY DEEP INSIDE.

(Read some great quotes here:

http://thinkexist.com/quotation/well-birthdays_are_merely_symbolic_of_how_another/9011.html)

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