Friday, October 12, 2012

Friday Flash 55 — Amado

Maybe a little grace will pass my lips by Paul Armstrong
Maybe a little grace will pass my lips by Paul Armstrong

Around the time Amado learned to spell his Latin name (meaning “loving deity”),
his capacity to love anything was shed along with remaining baby fat.

Now he collected some desired temptations, including booze from his parents’
collection. Like Proust, he padded his walls and windows for isolation and, in his
case, to cushion the blow.

Written for Friday Flash 55 - My post in exactly 55 words - for the G-Man. 



Brian Miller said...

oh dang....interesting verse....loving deity losing his makes me wonder at what...there is always a cause...and no matter how much you pad, or isolate i dont know how much it helps....ha on the pic too...

Daydreamertoo said...

Oh goodness. His life is going to go nowhere. What a lot said in this 55!

izzy said...

Oh yessss- still hurtful child by child, who think they are different...

Yvonne Osborne said...

I love this, Lydia, the injection of Proust, the line:
"his capacity to love anything was shed along with remaining baby fat"

Nice 55, definitely telling a story.

G-Man said...

Damn Lydia, just when I thought that you couldn't get any more creative and brilliant...You stun me!
I truly have a most talented band of contributors.
Loved your little Masterpiece.
Thanks for playing, thanks for the honor of your fantastic support, and have a Kick Ass Week-End

hedgewitch said...

Too often the case, succinctly stated here Lydia with your usual non-judgemental empathy *and* accuracy, that people lose their way and spend years finding it while they hide from the blows that aren't so much cushioned as amplified or maybe replaced by the self inflicted ones. A sad, very well written piece, amazingly sharp and clear in 55 words.

Melissa Bickel said...

Creative Writing at its best!

Great penning here! Made me sit up a little higher in my chair and read between the lines.

Loved your contribution. Have a lovely weekend.

Rob-bear said...

Having lost
his ability to love,
Amado tried to fill
is life with other things.
But his room was built
to cushion the blow
of too much "reality"
in his

Lydia said...

Brian~ Thanks. And yes I agree there is always a cause.

Daydreamertoo~ Thanks (must check to see if my comment to you ever posted last night....I was having trouble making it stick).

izzy~ Thank you.

Yvonne~ Many thanks for your kind words.

G-Man~ Once again, it is I who should be thanking you for hosting FF55. I just love to see what comes out of each of us every week. Your encouragement is simply wonderful.

hedgewitch~ Geez, hedge, you honor me with such comments. Thank you.

Melissa~ I loved your comment. Thanks so much!

Rob-bear~ You said it, Bear! Thanks for the poem.

˙·٠•●❤Sh@KiR@ ❤●•٠·˙ said...

I can never write the way you do and in 55 words!! Magnificent piece of poetry, Lydia. Love your 55! Mine is here

Sam!! said...

Very well written Lydia...glad to be back at ya page..:))

Hope U doing great n enjoying ya Weekend..:)


Lydia said...

Shakira~ But you write the way you do and all is well! Thank you so much.

Sam~ Thank you. Weekend is good, and I hope yours is also.

Kathe W. said...

meaningful and powerful-so well written



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