It’s that time again! Time to gather around the table and share some juicy tidbits of fiction with the folks of Friday Fictioneers, hosted by the lovely and talented Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. You can find other small tales of wonder, and danger at: rochellewisoff.com. Come on out and join us! This week’s photo is loaned to us by : David Stewart.
wc: 35 with title
Behind Glass
The sadness
like rain
falling down
the window’s
cheeky face
washing away
the clutter
of reality’s
unsettling times
like time
frozen thus
behind the glass
separate
yet a part
the sadness
like rain.
Author’s note: It is October, so I’m out playing with ink for the annual Inktober art madness. I started out a few days behind due to an incident while making said ink. Quickly caught up, though, so that’s good. Hubby is well and working hard. Caught up with an old friend this week that I haven’t seen in a while. It was a good visit.
In regards to the poem above…well, I did go home for Labor Day weekend, and found far too too many missing faces. I also went to a living history event with the group that I do that with, and again, found far too too many missing faces. So, it’s been a sad few days processing all that was lost to covid, cancer, and life in general.
Chaos Central Command 
Yes, rain can raise different emotions in certain circumstances from refreshingly excited to downright misery.
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Love the poetry and keep strong
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I will, thanks! 🙂 ❤
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The poetry was stirring, Bear. I love “the window’s cheeky face.”
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Thanks, that came out as a fluke, but I liked the analogy when it happened… or is that anthropromorphic?
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Nah. Just a good metaphor 🙂
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The cheeky window stands out against the bleakness of the rest of the piece. As for your recent reunions, I hope they were bittersweet, and not solely bitter. Take care.
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This past week, they’ve actually been mostly sweet. Finding out who is still alive is good.
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Beautiful poem
Some great lines here
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Thanks!
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Sadly being part of humanity, means that people leave this world.
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yes, sadly they do. And, hopefully I’ll see them again soon.
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Dear Bear,
Poignant verses. I know what you mean about too many missing faces. I thought about trying to catch up with Inktober and decided I had too many other things going on. I enjoy watching yours.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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I’m still at “crabby” got swirled up in attempting to do months of sewing in four days so I can dance this weekend with my Nat. Family. It is good to be back with them… the ones who’ve survived the pandam that is.
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Grief does feel like a trap and there is no getting out of it before it is time 😦
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True. As someone once told me, grief is something you never recover from, you just learn to walk through it. Been doing a lot of walking in that valley the last couple of years.
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{{{{{{HUGS}}}}}}}
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