Not So Easily Extinguished

Continued from Fear&Hope.

April 30, 2019

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Fear naturally assumed she

Would easily be

Extinguished.

It was a long-uphill walk to the courthouse.

And she had time to think

About the question:

“Who am I?

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–NZain 🙂

Fear & Hope

continued from Prison

…And she exhausted, smiled,

closed her

eyes

and fell

asleep.

April 29, 2019

Fear gripped me

by the back

of my neck

In the

Dead

Of

The

Night

Pulled me

Up

to my

feet

GET UP

Pushed me out the front-door and into a car.

NOW DRIVE

Down

A dead-end road at the edge of the world–JUMP

Into

the

abyss

I

fell…

Swallowed up whole; darkness

all around me. Which way is

up?

Must swim—

Back

Up

To the top—

Breakthrough

A crack

In the seam

I thought I a saw a flash of light…

Followed by sirens-

Another

bomb

Dropped.

Now it was

Terror’s turn; dropped ME to the ground

I couldn’t move…

And an angry mob drew close; lust where

their eyes should have been.

PICK IT UP

I

opened

my eyes

Pulled

my lungs

up tight

And sprang for

an open door-

Which

Opened

Into

A room

Where

A group

Of women

Sat around

A table

Playing

Hearts.

The leader turned, looked at me, (ice where her eyes should have been)

Do you want to be my ‘frienemey’?

Exhale…

I backed up

Against a wall

Disappeared into the shadows

And left unnoticed.

I walked away…

When morning came

I woke to see

Myself

Lying motionless on the floor of a prison cell.

I jumped up

and knelt

next to my

already

cold body.

I lay my hand

over my heart

But felt no response.

Wake up. Wake up! WAKE UP

Just then

I heard a sound-footsteps

The door opened.

Fear walked in holding a sign for me that read: FOOL.

Get up. Time for your sentencing…

Prison

Continued from Signs

April 24, 2019

Though my father and mother forsake me, the Lord will receive me…

Psalm 27:10

So off the princess

went to jail

and all the people

who had gathered—

returned to their homes

to watch the news.

And there, in a dark prison cell, the

princess sat down and quietly cried.

“What will you do now, Princess?”

She looked around, it was dark; she saw no one.

“Ahem? Ok. I rephrase the question?

Princess, what will you do—now?”

(that was the first time anyone ever called her ‘Princess’)

“Excuse me? Who said that?”

All was dark except for a bit of light that came through a window up high.

She thought she saw

something—a shadow move.

“Who’s there?”

“Ta-da! ‘Tis I—Monsieur Claude Chenille—‘World Traveler’; at your service, Princess.”

And just

then

she

saw

a tiny caterpillar,

wearing a tiny beret,

come crawling

down

the wall

from the window

up above

and met her eye to eye.

“A talking caterpillar in a beret. Great. Now I’m losing my mind…”

“You were expecting a cricket, perhaps, eh? Or maybe a hippopotamus?”

“A talking caterpillar and a comedian! Well then funny little bug,

tell us a joke and cheer me up.”

“As you wish”.

And he bowed low

Cleared his throat:

“Knock-Knock?”

“Who’s there?”

“Me.”

“Me who?”

“Exactly! Who are you?”

At this

the princess,

knowing

she

was

altogether crazy

for talking to a bug—and a bug wearing a beret no less—

giggled.

“Ah—you know what they say, Princess-‘if you can’t laugh you will cry’!”

This, of course,

made her cry.

“Why do you call me ‘Princess’? Are you being mean to me?”

To which the little bug piped up: “Oh mon amie, non!

Are you not a Princess in need of a little joke??

Something to make you smile?

C’mon Cherie Poulet.

You know Me!

And you know I

would never leave you!

So, tell me-what are you going to do now?”

The Princess sighed,

wiped the tears from her eyes,

looked directly into Claude’s

“What choice do I have? I’m locked in prison if you hadn’t noticed.”

“Are you?”

“What?”

“Did you check the door to make sure it was locked?”

Truth is,

she just

assumed it was locked.

Sure enough though—

it

was

open.

“Did you think Fear could keep you locked up?”

“I—didn’t know…

But still,

that won’t solve anything.

They will look for me.”

“And you don’t want to run from

Fear, eh? Just shows up one night

and it’s ‘off with your head!’”

(her eyes lit with laughter at vision of it)

“No.”

“Well, then” he turned to climb back

up the wall

to the window

where the light was fading—

“You know

what to do

and I have

other business

to tend to

so I bid you

Adieu”

“Wait!” She protested, “Don’t leave me here alone!”

“My dear, Princesse.” (and here Monsieur stressed the accent)

“You are never alone…”

And she exhausted, smiled,

closed her

eyes

and fell

asleep.

Signs

Continued from Signs

April 24, 2019

Though my father and mother forsake me, the Lord will receive me…

Psalm 27:10

So off the princess

went to jail

and all the people

who had gathered—

returned to their homes

to watch the news.

And there, in a dark prison cell, the

princess sat down and quietly cried.

“What will you do now, Princess?”

She looked around, it was dark; she saw no one.

“Ahem? Ok. I rephrase the question?

Princess, what will you do—now?”

(that was the first time anyone ever called her ‘Princess’)

“Excuse me? Who said that?”

All was dark except for a bit of light that came through a window up high.

She thought she saw

something—a shadow move.

“Who’s there?”

“Ta-da! ‘Tis I—Monsieur Claude Chenille—‘World Traveler’; at your service, Princess.”

And just

then

she

saw

a tiny caterpillar,

wearing a tiny beret,

come crawling

down

the wall

from the window

up above

and met her eye to eye.

“A talking caterpillar in a beret. Great. Now I’m losing my mind…”

“You were expecting a cricket, perhaps, eh? Or maybe a hippopotamus?”

“A talking caterpillar and a comedian! Well then funny little bug,

tell us a joke and cheer me up.”

“As you wish”.

And he bowed low

Cleared his throat:

“Knock-Knock?”

“Who’s there?”

“Me.”

“Me who?”

“Exactly! Who are you?”

At this

the princess,

knowing

she

was

altogether crazy

for talking to a bug—and a bug wearing a beret no less—

giggled.

“Ah—you know what they say, Princess-‘if you can’t laugh you will cry’!”

This, of course,

made her cry.

“Why do you call me ‘Princess’? Are you being mean to me?”

To which the little bug piped up: “Oh mon amie, non!

Are you not a Princess in need of a little joke??

Something to make you smile?

C’mon Cherie Poulet.

You know Me!

And you know I

would never leave you!

So, tell me-what are you going to do now?”

The Princess sighed,

wiped the tears from her eyes,

looked directly into Claude’s

“What choice do I have? I’m locked in prison if you hadn’t noticed.”

“Are you?”

“What?”

“Did you check the door to make sure it was locked?”

Truth is,

she just

assumed it was locked.

Sure enough though—

it

was

open.

“Did you think Fear could keep you locked up?”

“I—didn’t know…

But still,

that won’t solve anything.

They will look for me.”

“And you don’t want to run from

Fear, eh? Just shows up one night

and it’s ‘off with your head!’”

(her eyes lit with laughter at vision of it)

“No.”

“Well, then” he turned to climb back

up the wall

to the window

where the light was fading—

“You know

what to do

and I have

other business

to tend to

so I bid you

Adieu”

“Wait!” She protested, “Don’t leave me here alone!”

“My dear, Princesse.” (and here Monsieur stressed the accent)

“You are never alone…”

And she exhausted, smiled,

closed her

eyes

and fell

asleep.

Fairytale

April 7, 2019

Once upon a very long

time ago-

In a country

so old-

the people

had

all

but

forgotten

their name-lived

(You guessed it)

A princess.

Like every good fairytale.

And

always

the

same

story-

Your-

story-

My-

story-

Our-

story-

making

History.

(But whose story is it anyways?)

Always a wrong

that needs to be set right—

A “dragon to slay.”

A “call to adventure.”

It’s dangerous work being a princess.

A ‘true princess’

possesses civility

and courage.

She is kind

to

ALL

and

serves

ALL–

who

would

follow

her.

She is quick to forgive.

(So says

All the good fairytales

I’ve ever been told; or read somewhere…)

But, back to our story…

Our little girl grew up

not knowing

she

was

of

“Royal blood.’

But oh! the way she played!

She must have had an inkling…

Years went by.

(As they do…)

At first very happily-

When there’s

no cares

in the world

and it’s summertime…

But always the same story—

Darkness enters the land, by way

Of a backdoor: it’s up to a

‘True princess’-with the help

Of her

(Oftentimes

Mystical) friends

(Of course)

To: set the kingdom in order and break the spell over the people…

But our little girl

didn’t grow up

in a castle,

did she.

And how was she to know-

she was a princess—

if no one

ever told her?

Such was, the state of affairs, in this country so old;

The people had all but forgotten their name.

That is to say:

Not everyone forgot…

Awakening

March 31, 2019

She still

Smiling

That

‘All-knowing smile’

(She’s seen it before).

On her knees

In her garden

Pulling weeds

From the soil

(And from her soul)

The thought

Of the priest-

Perplexed:

“What did you say, girl?”

“You can’t hurt me anymore.”

She rising to her feet

To meet the priest-

Looking deeply into his eyes;

“You can’t hurt me anymore”

And the priest

Knowing she spoke truth-

Turned to leave;

Looking back

To see once more

She

On her knees

Praying...

But today

She is in her own garden

Tending her own little patch of earth;

Preparing a place for herbs and flowers to grow…

Thinking back on all she has seen-

(It is, sometimes, too much to bear with a straight face and heavy heart)

She has no choice-but

To smile.

So she continues her work

With dirty knees

And hands-

And gratitude

For the priest

Who

Not understanding

His own part

He played;

Showed her a truth

She no longer can deny-

And awakened

In her heart

A new beginning…

Angkor Wat, Cambodia. Picture taken by me.
Me 🙂