Daily bread

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……….give us this day our daily bread

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some have food, but cannot eat

some can eat, but have no food.

We found food and we can eat

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Once was a time, when daily bread was a major need

from eras marked by; boars roasted over open fires,

fruits picked fresh from forest floors

broths made in pans enough to feed a neighbourhood.

To new one’s filed with; fancy dishes vibrant with colours

fruits grown in air filled with who knows what

meals that leave your tongue tingly with pleasure

but bellies hollow with churning walls.

What then was the essence of daily bread?

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Man has indeed come a very long way

from meeting basic needs to creating greedy vacuums

Man has indeed come a long way

from conquering the wild to conquering his neighbour

Man has travelled far…..

very far from the person he was or sort to become to the person he despised.

In the search of daily bread

steal not the flour for todays child.

Nature’s frame.

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Shards of frozen crystals settle on a rock

Beauty lends itself a home on a bedrock of strength.

Exquisitely adorned by nature.

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I feel your strength engulfing me

bidding me live, bidding me stand

in-spite of your cold and aloof nature.

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Set this frame right next to me

and when cold hands come beckoning

The ambience of happy days spent with you shall comfort me.


Written for the daily post and photo challenge.

Indirect blessings

“I’m bored.”

Silence

“I know you heard me.”

Rolling my eyes in complete displeasure, not this conversation again “can’t you be bored somewhere else?”

“Oh don’t be so harsh.”

“I thought ‘harsh’ was my nature and ‘cold’s’ yours. It’s in your DNA you always say.”

“Hmmmm! Doesn’t matter, I’m still bored.”

“And what do you want me to do?”

Sighing as the memories came rushing back.”Anything! Anything to get the media interested. I’ve missed the sound of clicking cameras, awe filled gasps and hopeful smiles.” 

Sensing no interest, but still determined “don’t you miss it, any of it?”

“I don’t care,” feigning indifference unwillingly to admit vanity existed underneath the harsh core “but if it will get you off my case, I’ll try something. Only a little stunt though nothing fancy.”

“Oh thank you Sunny, now where should I stand?”

“Stand in the corner and put on your dark grey dress.”

Golden yellow hues filled the sky as the clouds darkened giving it the perfect contrast.

The cameras clicked, people sighed, hope for a better tomorrow shone through the sunset.


In response to the writing challenge flash fiction for aspiring writers hosted by Priceless Joy click on the link to visit the blog. The photograph is from the lovely footy and foodie (interesting photo can’t wait to see all the stories it inspires) and the challenge is to write a 100 – 150 words (+/- 25 words) story inspired by it. Do click on the link for other stories. 

Nature’s cycle

haughty glacial overcast dispelled

friendly bright days slowly peek through

like a regal mistress nature chooses which to bestow upon mere earthlings. 

three line tales week 12: cherry blossom
Copyright Kazuend

 Written in response to Sonya’s TLT.

The photo reminded me of both spring and winter.

On the A to Z challenge, the word for today is regal. My home country is far from regal, over the decades we seem to have become stuck in the same mud pile. A whiff of change lingers on the horizon every now and then, but much like a victim waist deep in quick sand we focus on fighting the sand rather than the reaching out to change. We focus on the contents of the pit rather than the trees with branches leaning out.

Perfect morning.

Oh wow! Such a beautiful, refreshing sight first thing on a soon to be hectic Saturday morning. This was turning out to be a perfect morning. Wait! where’s my camera? Can’t get to that right now, my phone, yes that should do.

Reaching into her pyjama pockets she pulls out an iPhone six taking extra effort to stay perfectly calm; wouldn’t want to startle the butterfly. She was so excited, been awhile she enjoyed such a sight. Camera focused, perfect view and …

“Mummy, I want juice.” called a high-pitched voice shattering the moment. Butterfly gone, hands shaking, camera focus offset, resultant image blurred.

There goes my hope of enjoying a few minutes by myself.

“Morning darling.”

Note to self: next time shut the garden door that way I can hear her coming.

It was still a perfect morning, not really how I imagined it.

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In response to the writing challenge flash fiction for aspiring writers hosted by Priceless Joy click on the link to visit the blog. The photograph was provided and the challenge is to write a 100 – 150 words (+/- 25 words) story inspired by it. Do click on the link for other stories.

Thank you TJ Paris for the picture, thank you for stopping by.