A single tether.
Oh how fragile life treats her children.
That fear has gripped you.
What once nourished now imprisons
As youth wilts into old age untested.
But fear not for these petals are more than just show.
And the seed you carry will become more than its predecessor.
So ready yourself,
The gust has come.
Entry to this week’s 3LineTales! Photo courtesy of Ashim D’Silva
One tool to distract them all,
One tool to track them,
One tool to blind them all and on the interwebs sell them.
Jack found a tiny hook by the edge of a small pond. Tying a piece of string to its end, he threw it into the water and in short order, the pond offered him a fish. Impressed, Jack bought up a hundred tiny hooks and threw them into the pond. Not a single fish was caught. Puzzled, he asked the captive fish why the others didn’t bite. The fish replied that its siblings were young and haven’t yet lived out their lives. Not believing the fish, Jack bought a large hook and rowed out to the center of the pond. As soon as he dropped the line, three rows of giant teeth sprang from the depths and swallowed him and the boat whole.
Entry to this week’s 3LineTales! Image courtesy of Inma Ibanez.
Sumptuous red. O you sweet little thing.
All eyes drawn with carnivorous intent.
But the trick’s on them.
Entry to this week’s 3 Line Tales! Image courtesy of Maher El Aridi.
Blazing star among fields of dreams. Its might binds the denizens of the night.
Yet dim it appears from galaxy’s edge. A speck among many seen.
Just a dream no? But all dreams compel.
Entry to this week’s 3LineTales! Image courtesy of Sonya.
One step forwards, two steps back. Do a one-eighty, trip on a crack.
The dead-ends frown, they forbid en mass. Rocks and hard places, litter the past.
But what to do? No way around. Lest fire he thought. Will fly like sound!
Adrift at sea, I watch the sun set.
It tarries a bit, longer than I expect.
Perhaps its the setting, a horizon unbroken.
Waiting for a sign, some message, a token.
And then she appeared. Liberty’s flame.
Courage I asked her, torch bearer, no dame.
So she hands me a lantern, and whispers in my ear.
Light for the night, may others appear.
And then she vanished, the lantern ablaze.
I pick up my paddle, spirits raised.
West I go!