Friday, July 2, 2010

55-Tides


Timeless tides
Washing over her -
Gently covering, then
Exposing all that is - seeming
Without consequence.
With each new wave,
Ever more of her
Fa├žade
Is worn
Away, until
At last, the light
Shines brightly for those
With wisdom enough to see,
Naturally guiding
All who seek,
Away from
Contrary
Dreams
Anchored in
Stubborn blindness.



55 Flash Fiction Friday: Compose a story in 55 words and report back to the G-Man at http://g-man-mrknowitall.blogspot.com/ …every Friday.

31 comments:

Sir Thomas said...

love this.... puts my mind in a tail spin....

faerwillow said...

~such beautiful words written and a wonderful writing challenge to keep your inspiration flowing! warm wishes and brightest blessings~

anthonynorth said...

Beautiful words - and what a stunning picture.

Alexys Fairfield said...

Felicitas,

Tides are powerful. They remind us that nothing stays still in life. Energy rises and falls. Well done.

Eric Alder said...

Indeed, stubbornness is usually blind. Nice metaphore and I really like that picture.

You seem to be somebody worth reading - thus, I shall Follow. :)

Brian Miller said...

tight 55 felicitas...the tides is such a metaphor washing away for those to see what is hidden underneath at least if ou are not stubborn...so relaxing to let the waves wash over you as well...

Monkey Man said...

What a wonderfully delicious metaphoric piece. I love it read out loud. My 55 is also up.

Larry said...

yes felicitas You seem to be somebody worth reading well yes of course. Love your timeless waves simply beautiful.

Claudia said...

Anchored in stubborn blindness -wow - love that!

Claudia said...

Anchored in stubborn blindness -wow - love that!

Thom said...

What a beautiful piece my friend. Well done. I love the picture that goes along with it. Excellent my friend. :) Have a great weekend :)

steveroni said...

This is REALLY GOOD, Felicitas! We each one have some of that "light" sometimes hidden deep down within...

Alice Audrey said...

Like the will of the masses. We are all ground in the tides of fate.

Susan at Stony River said...

Wow, Felicitas. WOW. What a perfect combination of 55 words -- not the *first* time I read a poem of yours and hoped you'd be announcing a chapbook soon, but this is certainly in the running to be a favorite of mine! In imagery and thought, it's really wonderful.

Nara Malone said...

Sweet cadence and beautiful imagery.

Dulce said...

Dear F.
As if coming out from one of those ties I can say this is awesome.
Loved this 55!

Dulce said...

I meant TIDES!
;)

G-Man said...

The Prodigal Daughter returns!!
YAY!!!!
Felicitas...Your 55 was very eroding.
In a Good Way!!
Most excellent post My Dear...Thank You.
Missed you, and I'm so happy that you remembered me...:-)
You Rock Baby, and have a Kick Ass Week-End...Galen

Maha said...

You don't post a lot. but when you do post, I can't remember a t time when I wasn't blown away.
Brilliant!

Peter Stone said...

Loved the metaphors here, just like the tides reveal the beach beneath, the tides of life can reveal other things hidden too.
Great photo.

Tracy said...

Beautiful 55! Have a great weekend!

short poems said...

Beautiful blog, great creative writing :)

Mama Zen said...

Gorgeous!

Ed Pilolla said...

dreams anchored in stubborn blindness. very well done.

Dianne said...

beautiful, like our layers, onion skins or waves. i feel the energy in your poem.
Dianne

schererart said...

Beautiful!!! Nothing more to say.

justsomethoughts... said...

very very good.

Wendilea said...

Brilliant!!!

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Jingle said...

smart 55.

Roxy said...

Beautiful 55... I could see myself standing on the shoreline, ahhhh.