Collaboration for Peace – 6

A beautiful reminder via poetics
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It’s Sunday (actually it’s Saturday but I’m traveling all day Sunday and won’t be able to post) which means another Collaboration For Peace! Mishand I are happy to share our creations and hope that they can inspire you in some small way.

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(photo by Mish)

Peace Comes

peace comes not from inky
words on paper
or notes sung by choirs of angels
it comes instead when two souls
reach across the gap of
their differences
to find commonality

© candace kubinec

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A NIGHT AT THE THEATER by E.F. Olsson {short flash}

Well-written, scary flash fiction… what did all of that carnage?!
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E. F. Olsson

A_NIGHT_AT_THE_THEATER_by_EFOlssonA NIGHT AT THE THEATER by E.F. Olsson

I took my place in the school theater. Luckily a seat was available on the end so in the event I had to take care of some business, I didn’t have to step on toes and blocked views as I made my way to the aisle. Most parents fought to be close so they could record their child’s performance on their smart phone. This was the second show of the year and a formable one, the ‘Great Gatsby’.

Thomas had been working hard to be apart of this production. When he first told me that he was going to be a part of the show, I asked him which part are you playing, Nick Carraway? Jay Gatsby? Perhaps, Tom Buchanan?

“No,” he said. “None of them, dad.”

“Then who else is there?”

“I get to use the left spotlight.”

“Oh. And I…

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Walking in Dreams

A sad reminder that lost love often ends up feeling like all of the time spent has become mere dreams…
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It’s all slipping away,
each shiny minute you were mine.

We crumble as we fall,
ancient shards on frozen floors,
and all I see is you,
holding me up,
reminding me to breathe,
proving we existed
even when it felt like
walking in dreams.

~Patience

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Faerie Departures

An ethereal telling of sibling love…
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Within a valley of frosted field,
where oak did twist beneath West wind,
a sea of grass did hide a prize
of fragmented Faerie Kingdoms.
A child made stumble fell and span
and in a heap did land, a wreck.
And one whom should have held her peace
not risen from that vaulted door
did so; she broke the pact, and would again.
The child who cried and spouted tears
as though in pain of anguish deep
did silence at the shimmering girl;
the one who saved her soul that day.
The mystic one made solace sweet
and swept the child away.
But o’er brow beyond clashing slopes
a brother saw his sister’s saviour.
He witnessed well the Faerie girl
with silvered wing and snowflake breath,
but chose that day to keep his peace.
N’er has a boy kept secret locked,
nor stoney silence not forgot,
as this poor boy…

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