Sunday, May 4, 2014

Flash Fiction 55 — obligation

A ration of time, just
a fraction. But
Hard to schedule, hard
to please. Dreaded.
Can be dreadful when
not in a zoned-out,
zen-like space. In
laws and in lives some
things are not meant
to be. Human
Dis-ease, these
hours. He’s cracking
his knuckles. She’s
cutting off her nose.
In spite.

Written for Flash Fiction 55, now hosted by the lovelies over at imaginary garden with read toads.


Susan said...

How we do those few spare minutes, especially when we can't really climb off the merry-go-round, is so important. I used to do both the knucle cracking and cutting off the nose ... but with those fragments now united, zen is possible. Fine poem.

Helen said...

Wonderful Lydia! You also qualify as one of 'the lovelies.'

Marian said...

ooh very nice. your playfulness with the words emphasizes the dread somehow. in spite of yourself. :)

rosaria williams said...

How fun!

Fireblossom said...

Oh I love that ending. You got it to a tee, my friend.

susan said...

Spare, yet ingenious.
Very nice.

Sumana Roy said...

love the wordplay hard to find one's own space...very well crafted

Anonymous said...

fine pen and twisting ending ~

Björn Rudberg said...

Cracking knuckles.. quite a good reason to be spiteful

Kathe W. said...

ah yes OBLIGATION- almost impossible to do if crunched for time and not able to take a deep breath and make the space in time.
Excellent Lydia!

Adhi Das said...

used the words nicely to convey your idea well with a thoughtful ending!!Smiles:))

barbara cecelia said...

You have mastered "obligation" in an angular way in your poem. Your words are similar to real life when one is obligated. -- barbara

Stickup Artist said...

Hello Lydia, thank you for your recent visit and commenting. I hope all is well for you. Time itself can indeed become dreadful without the peace found in those "zen-like space(s)." But oh, the sound of those cracking knuckles!



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