Sophia Says – 4

Sophia says, go out to play.  And the day was full of expectation.

Flamingo Mess

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When I was a child, I climbed walls, just to see what was on the other side. It didn’t matter how high, your friends were always there with you. You could sit on a wall, throw a ball against a wall, use it as a wall to mark the goal posts. A wall was just a wall, made of brick coloured bricks, brick shaped bricks, bricks that smelled like bricks. Real bricks. Sometimes, you simply sat on the wall, deciding what game to play or where to go next. You told each other jokes and laughed a lot.

When I was grown I built lots of walls. Walls made of square pegs in round holes. Walls made of paper shapes. Walls made of expectations. Walls that served no useful purpose until I saw they were made for learning how to climb again.

This is my fourth post In response to the 5 day photo/story challenge from suedreamwalker. She has a wonderful blog.

Here are the rules for the “Five Photos Five Stories” challenge: “Post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or a short paragraph and each day nominate another blogger for the challenge. My nomination today is ‘In A Dim Light.’ A wonderful and sensitive blog.

(Sporadic posting is alright if you’re unable to post each day.)

Blue Flamingo’s © 2015 TCFlynn

Sophia Said – 3

Sophia said it doesn’t matter that you don’t know how, or why, or when.

Listen, there is music.

Grey light

A random google link to Sophia, Goddess of Wisdom brought to my mind the words “Sophia says go out to play.”  So in response to the 5 day photo/story challenge from suedreamwalker check out her lovely blog, I accept this writing challenge and hope my efforts are worthy of Sophia’s wisdom.

The Pond

As my eyes became accustomed,
I could see below the surface.
Whiskers on the black catfish made me think of spiders,
how they run towards you, as if they knew.
It made me shiver but I stayed at the edge,
watched a dragon-fly dance on lily pad leaves,
eager goldfish catching flies, and hundreds of tadpoles,
wriggling like cut worms.
I wondered how and when they turned into frogs,
and where they went when they left the safety of the pond.
It made me wonder about the world.

My nomination for this third photo challenge is Geo Sans, the simplicity and style of his blog are a real treat to see.

Here are the rules for the “Five Photos Five Stories” challenge: “Post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or a short paragraph and each day nominate another blogger for the challenge.
(Sporadic posting is alright if you’re unable to post each day.)

Play

 

 

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When I was a chid,

I couldn’t imagine where the world began,

or ended.

There was magic in a rainbow,

the friendliness of trees,

countless days to play, to dream,

until fear, shame, guilt, pain,

shadows cast, and the child was lost.

Was love ever here?

Did it begin? Did it end? Why can’t I remember when?

Did you miss me, child, were you lonely then?