Good morning, afternoon, depending on where you are. I have been burning the midnight oil writing books these days, in between my day job. Finding one’s passion is a good thing, and I am learning so much in this endeavor.
My ebook, A Timeless Tale ebook is being offered for FREE for Kindle From now until the 19th of November. If you are interested, check it out. It was unexpected, as when I tried to run the promotion, the beast that is Amazon said no. Surprise, surprise, today I went on and found my promotion in full swing. My author name is K.L.Laettner, so you can find it on my author page, or it is listed on the Free Kindle promotions page.
I hope to be back writing here soon, I miss you all. Peace, love, and blessings. Infinite Zip a.k.a. K.L.Laettner author
He moves slowly in circles around the pool of water, reflections lengthen as the sun hits its stride into the depths of the sea, up and down,slow and steady his tired arms move, fresh and newly pebbled rectangle of concrete and above the bright shining blue calm skies, refreshed and alive as he watches his days flitter past him. Scrubbing sides a week old, water fresh and clean and he moves about in his rhythm, up and down…does he wonder what it’s all for?
A square shell of a sauna lies on its side like a beached whale upon the grass beneath the tree, weeks gone by as the grass below dies away, fading into a pale shade of green turned white, useless and neglected, a piece he bought for her, to ease her pain, but she never used it…unused and rotting away, decomposition makes its way subtly in…like everything unused tends to do.
The small four legged mop of white barks incessantly, come in I would think the translation would be, yet the old man continues on…he mows, he trims, he blows away the wisps of what will now die because it’s Saturday at four and that’s what always happens…and she will remain within the confines in the cool air waiting, for that’s what she does, with her kind smile and humble ways, her aches hold out for his entrance, welcoming I hope.
I am not there. I can only imagine what goes on beyond the hedge as lives move day to day. He surviving the big C and she arthritic and waiting, they groove on like clockwork, tick and tock and time continues rocking past them and I wonder if they ever wish for more time than what stands before them, I wonder if they spoon together as they settle in to sleep so very thankful for this everyday routine.
She feels the years with the rain so wet
Island girl she casts her net
So many days have come to pass
She knows on life the sun shall soon set.
She lives each day with a sad smile
Walking to the market down a quarter mile
With bread in arms she wanders home
Sits by the fire and dreams awhile.
She has no one to call her own
But the mongrel dog that chews his bone
He’s old and limping most days now
When he passes on she will be alone.
She shoos him off when night does fall
Inside her hut with one bare wall
The rest have cracks letting in the chill
She thinks it grand though very small.
On a side note…apparently not my forte…this writing method. But I tried…be kind peeps.
And now for our prompt (optional, as always). Today I challenge you to write a ruba’i. What’s that? Well, it’s a Persian form — multipe stanzas in the ruba’i form are a rubaiyat, as in The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam. Basically, a ruba’i is a four-line stanza, with a rhyme scheme of AABA. Robert Frost’s famous poem Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening uses this rhyme scheme.