Western Beheld

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A state of mind. We live with an eye towards the future. We live to behold the wonders of the world. It’s a state of mind.

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I wrote this brief bit in 60 seconds after seeing the word “western”. That was my one word prompt at www.oneword.com—a website designed to provide the user with a prompt to write something in 60 seconds.

This is my post for the Day 12 of #NaBloPoMo.

Honoring the Mighty Maxim

Lead by example. Stand up to bullies. Give love to hate. Speak truth to power. 

I consider maxims like these to be simple truths. I hope these truths can provide a moral compass to guide us through harrowed times. Yet I know that time rolls on and truth seems to be a matter of perspective.
Stop the Violence

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Here is my post for Day 11 of #NaBloPoMo #ArtRage.

Today, I find truth listening to “Rise up” performed by Andra Day and learning about the rise of hate groups in the US from the Southern Poverty Law Center.

Five years ago, I created the image for my post, “Stop the Violence.”

Center Shift Tricolon

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The center has shifted. Many souls are annoyed. Life will continue to flow.

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My post for day #10 of #NaBloPoMo. Not great. Too late. Canned steak. #tricolon or #badpoetry & #ArtRage. Yes, I’m tired.

The Mermaid’s Deluge

seaturmoilbystephabbottEach election season, the sirens call for followers. Singing melodies to pluck the voters’ heartstrings and strum out anger over the other candidate’s positions. Often out of tune, the dissonance increases. Yet promoters continue to send wave after wave of distortion, saturating the airwaves until election day. Leaving mermaids to drown in the deluge.

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I doodled this image using ArtRage last night. I wrote my ire this morning. I hope that the deluge stops today.

Siren Says Swim

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‘There once was a siren at sea
Who said, ‘I doth call out to thee
Drawing you from the shore
Just for my fins to adore
Only for us to swim in fish pee


I wrote this limerick today after watching the movie “Jaws” and considering the word prompt, “Relish,” from The Daily Post. I doodled the image of the mermaid two years ago for my post, “Mid-Week Mermaid.”

 

Beyond Belief

Show me. You could tell me, but I need proof. Seriously. Put it right in front of my face. I believe you. But I want to see it. Now. Not tomorrow. Here and now. Proof. Thanks.


Let’s go, #NaBloPoMo.

P.S. The brief post above was typed in 60 seconds using oneword, a website designed to provide the user with a timed writing prompt. While on that site, simply click “go” and one word appears with a text box. My word was “proof”. What was yours?

P.S.S. You may recognize the photo of Spider Woman and Lakshmi. I found them hanging out and captured the moment for a past blog post. See at https://stephabbottsays.com/2011/03/28/spring-cleaning-tends-to-evoke-my-imagination/.

Campaign Contrived, Segment of Voters See Red

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A segment of voters are seeing red after realizing a contrived campaign may have been made by a major political candidate.

The alleged controversy seems to involve the natural effects of a solar eclipse. The eclipse has passed, yet the candidate continues to distract voters. See below for a summary of the exchange between the candidate and the voters.

“You won’t believe this!” exclaimed the candidate. “The sun is gone!”

Rolling their eyes, the voters commented, “What’s the big deal? The moon is simply…”

“Wrong! And I don’t care about the moon’s position, ” snapped the candidate.

Taking umbrage, the voters retort, “Well, have you considered…”

“I don’t have time. You need to come with me. We are all going to die.”

Appalled, the voters parlayed, “Perhaps we can work together to find a remedy…”

“No!” interrupted the candidate. “I know all about this,” the candidate insisted. “I think I can find the sun. I can use my flashlight. Believe me, I’ve got the best flashlight.”

“Really?” the voters replied, “What kind of flashlight?”

A segment of the voters have reported to be seeing red after staring into the flashlight’s strong beam before realizing they have only been distracted by the candidate.

With the election just days away and many voters having yet to respond, the affect on the campaign remains unclear.

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Wednesday, November 2, 2016. This story is a work of fiction, an exercise of artistic expression, and meant for entertainment purposes only. The next solar eclipse isn’t expected until February 26, 2017. I doodled the image using ArtRage.  I wrote this story with my tongue in cheek. Silly? Yes. Offended? Laugh it off.

Sun Sets Seasoned

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Tree Fall by Steph Abbott

The sun sets seasoned
from curled husks detached alight
Gusts grieving morrow

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Sunday, October 4, 2015. I wrote this haiku and created the image “Tree Fall” while listening to cellist Gautier Capucon play Antonín Dvořák – Cello Concerto in B minor, Op. 104, B. 191 (via YouTube at https://youtu.be/FVKb3DwPFA8). This movement reminds me of when the season starts to change from summer to fall (but summer doesn’t want to leave).