The radio station is playing throwback songs. The music of my teen years. It puts me & pins me to a place in time. Sets me right down to ever so slightly musty basement rec room. To wood paneling walls, a tv with a finicky antenna, & fingers stained orange from cheese puffs.
I yearn for those days. For the potential they held & the many paths open for me. For the anxiety of a first date & final exams. For the discovery of new bands & sweaty palms at school dances.
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Death and Time sat at the end of it all & looked back on what had been.

An infinity of possibilities distilled through their hands.

Silent lovers, always with each other.

With a final sigh, Death picked up her scythe.

'Even you must have an end.' she said.

'We both do,' Time said.

'Together.'

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The shadows have grown longer across my soul.
The light fades.
And I still haven't decided
If I'm content with the life
Laid out behind me
Because I always feel
Like I have a hundred more
Lifetimes left to live
Inside me.

#cosopoetry
#microfictiony3

I writt the world and rent it twixt
All thus imaginary, all thus fix'd
To pages papering my soul
Leaving me both empty, and full.

#cosopoetry
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I spent my childhood in the woods looking for the fairies. In little burrows, checking under bushes, & the hollows of trees. I never saw them, but I knew they were there. I could hear their laughter in the breeze blowing through the leaves. Their song in the flowing water of the stream.
I'd build them houses, leave them presents of polished stones. Tell them stories as I wandered their woods. And thank them for the crown of flowers I'd find by my pillow on my birthday.
#microfictiony3

The trees speak over seasons
Mountains talk through millenia
And the world speaks of eons

Just as

Children fill the days and weeks
Their parents refer to the years
And elders talk of decades

#cosopoetry
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Her heart beat a staccato
Pattern on my soul
Of all the days left
Behind us

#cosopoetry
#microfictiony3

There's a ritual in all of life deeper than we can see. Patterns etched in time. Fractal rites that take generations to complete. Pathways the old gods laid out before the worlds were made.
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When Day finished her round, I took my staff & started my way. The stars shine a little brighter after Day has cleared the air & burned away her rage. Silence in the heavens so I fill it with song & call the forests & meadows for my symphony. The owls, the frogs, the crickets all lend their voices. We fill the air with a cacophony of peace for Day to dream to. We bathe in Moon's gentle light & walk the darkness to bring the world around again.
#microfictiony3 #dayandnight

Day broke angry. My Nana warned me of these times. The sky roiling & even the clouds scared to stay still too long, scuttling past the hills.
I set the table, tea for two & opened the door for Day to enter. We sat together to drink the special blend of wild herbs in silence. The heat ebbing from the tea & Day.
The quiet stayed until the kettle was empty, the words unnecessary. She left with a squeeze of my hand & a sigh.
'Thank you, Night'
#microfictiony3 #dayandnight

I wish the stream would flow steady, or even just a trickle, enough to quench my dry imagination. But it's often a torrent. The stories fill me to overflowing. They drown out my thoughts & leave me treading water. Fountains of words & images bursting & bubbling up. Visions of doorways to other worlds.
I'm left pulling myself on mud soaked banks to cough up a confusing mess of half formed sentences, gasping to rid myself of the times still filling me dragging back into the torrent
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The day Fate moved her work the glare from the cosmos blinded us. The light showing us how we wandered in the shadows of the rest of mankind. How we were only unknowingly making our way as free threads.
We saw in Fate's eyes the paths we'd taken reflected back at us. The shimmer and shine of our lives in the dust beneath wasn't woven into the tapestry of everyone else's lives. We made our own pattern & danced a delicate lace free from Fate's fingered fretting.
#microfictiony3 #fate

Wandering beneath Fate's loom turned lonely. Away from humanity's tapestry, lost to my own freedoms, an oppression of all choices. Until another thread fell.
She wandered too, the occasional crossing giving each of us a taste of the loom above. Looking back along our lines, we've even tied ourselves together at points.
Scored, twisted, & looped we led our lives. Together & apart, forging our paths at Fate's feet.
#microfictiony3 #fate

Fate lost my thread & never picked it up again. Unspooled beneath the loom & left alone, I've wondered the world outside of everyone else. Sometimes rushing along straight & true, sometimes wandering around. And sometimes left to knot myself up into twisted bows.
I feel the winds of Time blowing past, tumbling me along my path. Sometimes I let it reshape the oath I've taken, & see what falls out. And sometimes I'll snag a nail and hold on to what I've become.
#fate
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Deep in the forest fen
Where the stream trickles
Through time long gone
They walk the path
And lift the sky up
Hold the earth down
So we can harvest
Our days

The garden angels
Hold in their hands
The hopes of tomorrow
When they hold us close
And show us how
To plant the kindness
So we can harvest
Our days

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#cosopoetry

I can hear the footsteps in the gravel path out front. Whispers of arrival. Louder then on the wood porch. Boots I haven't heard before fitted on feet I don't know.
This is my secret place. My cabin buried in a wild wood. Hidden, tucked, and tidied away. These steps shouldn't be coming, invading this isolation, treading through my silent thoughts.
There's a shuffle & a pause & I hold my breath, bracing for the knuckles on the door. Bracing for the end of silence.
#cabin
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The students here are the ones that don't belong anywhere. Lost souls drifting along in the North wind. That's why we built the school on the mountain here. The wind blows around the sides & settles enough they seem to just collect at the front gate. We give them shelter here & let them settle back to ground. Show them a purpose, any purpose, then they can work to find their own. They're all special. The North wind only pulls the extraordinary along.
#microfictiony3 #elsewhereacademy

I'm lost in the depths of the past. A still dead lake, frigid memories drowning me. Nightmares swimming past, murky & terrifying. I get glimpses of the surface, of tomorrow's light. But the whirlpools draw me back down to sink my feet into the sandy bottom, burying me in sentimental sediment.
Something is calling me though. I hear the bellowing whispers driven by the current of time gone by. So I keep seeing through the stale days used up & mixed together here.

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