30 December 2008

30 December 2008

3 minute free write - Prompt: Two fresh sets of footprints.

Two fresh sets of footprints glistening in the mud, leading from nowhere going towards the sea. The mud flaps were deserted, eerie and silent. Someone must have made these tracks but who, where had they gone?
The silence of these shores was overwhelming. Perfect for loner like me. Now someone had invaded my tranquillity, shattered the sense of seclusion I craved. The forgotten memories instantly flashing, the days of torment. degradation and humiliation at the hands of my fellow human beings. The fear started to pulsate inside me as I hurried back to the one room hut I called home. Once more barricading myself from the outside world. Once more my soul was left shaking in the corner much like the rest of me; too scared to breathe, too terrified to think and realise that the footprints were my own.

Quote of the Day:

"To improve is to change; to be perfect is to change often." --- Winston Churchill

AWAD:

Pell-mell (pel-mel)

adverb: In a confused, jumbled, or reckless manner.
adjective: Confused, disorderly, or indiscriminate.

Poetry Today:

Silence by Thomas Hood

HERE is a silence where hath been no sound,
There is a silence where no sound may be,
In the cold grave--under the deep, deep sea,
Or in wide desert where no life is found,
Which hath been mute, and still must sleep profound;
No voice is hush'd--no life treads silently,
But clouds and cloudy shadows wander free,
That never spoke, over the idle ground:
But in green ruins, in the desolate walls
Of antique palaces, where Man hath been,
Though the dun fox or the wild hyena calls,
And owls, that flit continually between,
Shriek to the echo, and the low winds moan--
There the true Silence is, self-conscious and alone.


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