Where was love when the light went out?

Where does love go when the light goes out? A question he asked once as a young man in his 60’s . He doesn’t remember asking these days. However, the question is a good one and has remained with me. How to answer this? Love is always present within every human being I believe. For some, a place in the dark could also represent a place of silence, loneliness, or the sound of mental chatter grinding away while one wishes for a lover’s embrace.

As a child, I recall needing two doors left wide open, and a nightlight on at all times in order to feel safe enough to close my eyes and attempt to go to sleep. Where was love in this dark twin bed on the third floor of Macon Avenue?

Why was light the only key to my safety?

Where was love when this light went out?

~ Anita Adams 2/4/2019

Lullaby of Spring to Summer

Lullabys are lazy and fluid – like a warm summer breeze or a slow moving river

  • – a summer breeze that ever so lightly ruffles the thin window sheers,
  • – or a slow moving river that barely carries the thick blanket of pollen to the ocean like a giant barge moving train cars through a canal in winter, not as fast as an inch worm.

Lullabys, like this summer breeze, sometimes brings with it a fragrant smell of honeysuckle followed by a hint of clover and wild roses. A smell that’s so intoxicating and memorable. That smell alone, whispers a lullaby that spring has become summer.

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Remember the familiar lullaby that begins:

hush little baby, don’t you cry now sings….

honeysuckle and clover will soon visit to soothe your tired eyes

the sun shines through the sheers letting you know – you are not alone

hush little  baby, don’t you cry beckons…

the doves play outside your window, playing leap frog or piggy back over pillows

hush little baby, don’t you cry…

the river’s singing a whisper to sleep soundly, all is well, make a wish upon the fireflies and soon the night sky will light up like the 4th of July.

hush little baby, don’t you cry … close your eyes … wish upon a star … dry your tears — smell the the sky… and dream of fireflies on the 4th of July.

© Anita Adams 5/14/2018

 

 

 

A stone’s tale

 

Heart of Stone

she touched it, rolled it around in her hands

what does this stone have to say, what is its tale

the stone that looks like two lovers

cold and gray

two lovers with a cloak

together they form a heart

a heart made of stone

a stone from the earth

whose journey was a rough and tumbling one

as they traveled in the river once large

to a creek, wearing their edges

whispering to one another

their dreams

picked up by a stranger

found on a path or in a stream

in some random place

on a day unknown

male and female

clinging to one another through the elements

determined to hold one another until the end

whose tight grip formed a heart

a heart of stone

©Anita Adams 2018

Three things she told me NEVER to do

Title:  SHE SAID NEVER…

  1. Talk to strangers.
  2. Sit on the toilet seat.
  3. speak up in the presence of adults, unless spoken to first. (Implied not ‘told’)

Let’s examine the NEVERS:

#1. Talk to strangers? If one is lost, you must ask a stranger how to get home.

#2. Sit on the toilet seat. – I TOTALLY agree with this one ~ Never !

#3. Speak up in the presence of adults. – Totally disagree. If I never speak up in the presence of adults, the lesson learned is my value is unimportant and it’s better to remain invisible.

The preceding was a prompt from my latest Writing Workshop with Victoria Fann.

I thoroughly enjoy writing prompts and what comes when I let go. Below is another reply to this same prompt, that manifested itself a few days later.

Title: THREE FEMALE GHOSTS

Who proclaimed the following:

  1. You can’t get up!
  2. You can’t leave!
  3. You can’t go out!

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