Tag / freedom

by Janet

Surrender

WE POSSESS THE POWER, BUT HAVE TO LET GO TO FLY.

—janet—

This 11 word challenge was a little complicated, but I like the idea of being limited to just a few words. That being said, I hope my 11 word, self-made “proverb” makes sense.

I could have done better with 3 or 4 more words! I guess you could call this “fortune cookie style.” Anyway, I know that I sometimes boast about my frugality, but I broke down and splurged recently. I bought the new iPhone. I’ve been experimenting and learning for a week or two now and I’m having so much fun!

The featured image is a composite piece consisting of a motion blur background (something else that I’ve been experimenting with), a bird that I photographed ages ago, and a couple of different iPhone app effects. I think it’s safe to say that you can expect a whole new “iPhone image series” in the very near future.

That’s about all for now, so thanks for stopping by!

I’ll be back in a few days to resume my series Life: From A to Z.

Weekend Writing Prompt #196: Write a poem or a piece of prose using the word POSSESS in exactly 11 words.

by Janet

Free at Sea

Day after day,

He drenched her with love,

And she was nothing but cavalier.

He tried and he tried,

But to no avail,

Until his breaking point was near.

She woke one day,

To find he had gone,

She had driven him from his turf.

He stood and he stared,

As the waves crashed down,

Then he smiled… as it was time to surf.

Word Count: 64

Sammi Cox Weeking Writing Challenge: Cavalier in 64 Words

I wanted to share my newest photography art… “The Surfer,” and decided to take on the weekend writing challenge—using the word cavalier—at the same time. It wasn’t easy, but I’m glad I was able to get it together and add some humor to the lad in the colorful sea.

I guess you could say that he made the best of a bad situation.

Peace & Love!!

Leaf Art
by Janet

Hanging On

I watched little leaves, 
Drifting in the wind.
Spinning, twirling, floating.
Landing ever so softly,
On the ground beneath my feet.

On the branch above,
One was still hanging on.
Quivering in the breeze.

And I wondered…
Was it shaking from fear,
Afraid to let go?
Or was it fighting to break free,
Hoping to fly?

And I wondered…
If that were me,
What would I do?
Would I play it safe,
And hang on to what I know?
Or would I take a risk,
And fight to break free?

Their journey,
However beautiful,
Was too brief. 
A landing was imminent,
Leading to death and decay.
And never again,
Could they return to the tree.

Then a gust swept through.
And the leaves took flight again,
Spinning, twirling, floating,
Drifting up to the sky.

And then I knew…
Which I would choose.

So this is what happens when you have quarantine time on your hands and you use that time to go for a walk. Ha! I really DID watch a couple of leaves drift in the wind, and I thought about those leaves (and this poem) for the remainder of my walk. The image is not from my walk, but it IS mine; made today…especially for this poem.

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it!
—Janet

Walk Stats: 3.39 Miles / 1 Hour, 11 Minutes / 7,923 Steps