I fall and get up again, only wounded pride.
Prose and Poetry
by Stephen Andersen © 2023
Wednesday, April 5, 2023
I fall and get up again, only wounded pride.
Wednesday, March 9, 2022
Robot Unproven Zzzz's
Period or comma? Period and comma?
Bibliography form so differing from text.
Must focus on words and text. All else must empty.
Worries, concerns thrown to side, under. Key pad rules!
Rule the laptop screen! Rule the text! Rule my fingers!
Keypad my mind from worries! Perish to flux rule,
Inconstant emotion, uncertainty of thought.
Wednesday, July 22, 2020
Umbra
The concussive wave lifts the ground as the underlying soils fry and the precious water contained therein boils away. The
structures are no more and the city of souls evaporates in an instant, in the
blink of an eye: in a speck of time that evolved from eons of change, the earth
changes again. The minute crystals of quartz in the sands and soils melt and
reform as glass. The iridescent colors and patterns of the surface plane are
created as the earth itself memorializes the moment. Simultaneously hallowed
and obscene, words offered to grasp with the mind the tumult of the braziered
landscape.
Saturo, the painter, is here early to try
to get a start on his duties before the office workers arrive. His young family
remains at home snuggling in their bedclothes after seeing Satoru off to work.
The morning holds the promise of a golden August summer day. The roses are in
bloom around the building where he is to work this morning and the waft of the
delicate scent delights the young man. Thoughts of his wife surround him as the
roses immerse him, a beguiling perfume that his woman wears only for him and
this always makes him feel honored. This morning Satoru wanted to take his
family to see his father on the farm to the north of the city. The gardenias
are in bloom but the maintenance duties cannot be excused and Satoru unloads
his paintbrushes, ladder and paint and tries to decide where to begin his task
that will be finished by the end of his shift.
Haruto, the bookbinder, misses his wife of
sixty-three years. Her health is not good and the couple agrees she is to spend
time enjoying the pristine air and waters of Nara, a mountain retreat that at
one time was the capital of Japan. Haruto works as a bookbinder, a time-honored
profession that he now teaches to the young who aspire to a humble yet noble
craft. Haruto can bind hand lettered manuscripts entirely without the aid of
modern machinery. These are his favorite texts to work with and display as the
quality of his work is superior and Haruto has wide reknown for his
craftsmanship and is widely sought out even though he is over eighty-one years
old.
Asuga wants to practice jump rope this
morning. She awakened early and prepared a breakfast of fruit and tea for
herself. The apricots are sweet and juicy and the syrup runs down her chin onto
her blue smock. She finishes her meal and sees the sunlight shining through the
rice paper shade in the window. She waves to her cat who is languidly enjoying
the morning as well, his tail flicking back and forth lazily. Asuga does not
want to be teased by her friends Chiyo and Emiko who laughed at her when she
tripped over the rope the last time they played together.
The wind is docile this morning with a few
leaves gracefully shimmering in the light. The scent of pine is pervasive as
the trees flourish in the city gardens and private courtyards. The chattering
echoes of several sparrows and thrushes can be heard innocuously in the
background. The street vendors are about and proceed to shout their offerings
and the market prices of the day. Asuga sings to herself a rhyme she has
created to skip rope with while the drone of an aircraft can be softly heard
overhead.
Works Cited
1. History Daily. “The Shadows of Hiroshima”. 09 June 2017.
https://historydaily.org/the-shadows-of-hiroshima/
https://d14e8oeg5e788p.cloudfront.net/content/52459/b7ece048f32b0992c709784fa5cb62df.jpg/
Accessed 31 March 2020.
2. History Daily. “The Shadows of Hiroshima”. 09 June 2017.
https://historydaily.org/the-shadows-of-hiroshima
https://d14e8oeg5e788p.cloudfront.net/content/52459/a750419dc4e5cc75a875dda6ddfd259.jpg.
Accessed 01 April 2020.
3. The Different Group. “Shadows of
Hiroshima”. 22 Aug. 2016.
https://www.thedifferentgroup.com/2016/08/22/ombre-di-hiroshima-nuclear/
Accessed 02 April 2020.
Tuesday, June 30, 2020
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