She remembers them walking this way, so in love; but, as she’s sadly learned, meaningful feelings can be attached to meaningless relationships. For she meant nothing to him, and only the intensity of her own desire ever made her think he did.
Tag: 2 Sentence Poems
Space Invaders
It’s sad that no one knows that he at one time protected the whole world from invasion; but real heroes, he’s realized, rarely get the attention they deserve. At any rate, he would not have liked the attention had he received it: the one type of invader he can’t deal with at all are those who invade his own space.
To share is human:
Thoughts From A Pier
She broke my heart when we were young, but it wasn’t like I was using it that often. For years I planned a revenge that involved getting her to fall in love with me so I could reject her, but it turned out to be harder to get someone who was indifferent to me to fall in love with me than I imagined.
To share is human:
Honest Friends
Life is complicated, and friendship even more so: we ask for honesty from our friends, but also expect kindness and loyalty, which can be at variance with honesty. When, however, we accept the complexities and messiness of life and human relations, we realize that even the most honest of our friends can only give one piece of our own puzzles — an essential, vital piece, but still only one.
To share is human:
The Cost of Imagery
Perhaps we need to see, and know, the high, uncounted cost of all our imagery. For much we think perfection is not gift, but theft.
© Andriy Bezuglov | Dreamstime.com – Girl with tablet
To share is human:
“… beauty in any artifice …”
We arrange exterior things, hoping to move that tidiness to our insides; this is a worthy thing, a human thing, and not to be despised. The apparent order of external things can be deceptive, but there is a truth in any order we ourselves create, and a beauty in any artifice born of the desire to bring some harmless order to the chaos we find everywhere.
Photo credit : © Andriy Bezuglov | Dreamstime.com
To share is human:
The World’s Worst Babysitter
I babysat my one year old grandson last night for ninety minutes and he screamed almost the entire time; I spent the last forty minutes holding him and wearing noise cancelling headphones. He finally fell asleep about five minutes before his mother got back, and, while my nerves were completely shot and I was at my wits’ end, I was still lucid enough to notice, as I have throughout my life, that there really is no consoling those who do not want to be consoled.
(First published July 2016. – Owen)
To share is human:
“… beyond their mere physical reality…”
Things are what they are, but these same things can also carry meaning beyond their mere physical reality; this empty building once was several people’s home, but now seems to represent mortality itself as it sits empty under the unforgiving sun. I know my ancestors now, mostly, only as names, and like this house their stories seem to have died with them, without a lasting record I can read now to try to bring them back to life.
