Without: Neruda’s Take and Mine

Daily Prompt: Life After Blogs

July 28, 2013

Your life without a computer: what does it look like?

Photographers, artists, poets: show us WITHOUT.

This might be cheating, but I want to share a piece by Pablo Neruda that encapsulates the soul of what i want to say almost perfectly:

“Don’t go far off, not even for a day,
because I don’t know how to say it – a day is long
and I will be waiting for you, as in
an empty station when the trains are
parked off somewhere else, asleep.

Don’t leave me, even for an hour, because then
the little drops of anguish will all run together,
the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift
into me, choking my lost heart.

Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve
on the beach, may your eyelids never flutter
into the empty distance. Don’t LEAVE me for
a second, my dearest, because in that moment you’ll
have gone so far I’ll wander mazily
over all the earth, asking, will you
come back? Will you leave me here, dying?”

― Pablo Neruda

Without rain,                                                                                                    For gifts.

Drought burns.                                                                                             But a value

Without food, a                                                                                      Leftovers, trials,

Gnawing in the pit                                                                             But self-awareness.

Of stomachs; hunger.                                                                      Agonizing alone time

Without sleep, headaches                                                         But better friends. Peace.

And, without love, depression.                                          Going without means old clothes

Rainy days go from meaning  coffee and classics, to empty bottles and scraps of old letters.

A Tale of Trust and Temperament

Daily Prompt: A to Z

July 27, 2013

Create a short story, piece of memoir, or epic poem that is 26 sentences long, in which the first sentence begins with “A” and each sentence thereafter begins with the next letter of the alphabet.

Photographers, artists, poets: show us ORDERLY.

All along the end was known,

Before it even began.

Cleverness and common sense

Do not preclude ancestral fallacies,

Especially those of the heart.

Fain was he to fall for her

Given her frame,

Her response mirroring his.

Inescapable that there should be one more:

Jilted she felt, and hard done by.

Knowing the way the world works,

Lamented love’s labour lost,

Much hurt by betrayal, unrecognised as

Not of the man, but

Of the woman, friend-supposed.

Perhaps it wasn’t meant to be, but

Quite obviously her long-expressed wishes were

Relegated by the heiress of affection,

Selfishly, to where inconvenient

Truths are banished:

Under the rug.

Verily the turn of events left behind a heart-

Wrenchingly desolate tale of betrayal,

eXcuse of exigency proven enough to obliterate loyalty.

Yesterday serves as a lesson to us

Zest in trust to be wrought with care.

The Effects of Friendship

Daily Prompt: A Friend in Need

July 25, 2013

Finish this sentence: “My closest friend is…”

Photographers, artists, poets: show us FRIENDSHIP.

Pinky promises,


Constitute friendship.

Cliched phrases, like:

It’s not what you say

But what you no longer need to say

Define friendship.

An assured listener;

Someone to come home to,

Figuratively and literally,

If you’re lucky,

Is the promise of friendship.

Someone who judges you

And tells you why

And loves you anyway

Is the hallmark of great friendship.

A sudden connection –

A sudden realization

That this is what you’ve been waiting for:

That’s friendship.

A stream of insults

That only indicate

That you have the right to mock

Asserts friendship.

Knowing, hearing rumours,

Which ones are false

(And which ones are true)

Comes with friendship.

Listening to the same thing

Ten billion times

(Well, okay, not really)

And not cutting them short

– Well, not always at least –

Shows the strength of friendship.

Promising to be there forever

Because you can’t conceive of anything less,

Or maybe because you refuse to,

The “lie”ability of friendship.

Smiling on nearing them

When you’ve had the worst day

Is why we love friendship.


Daily Prompt: The Stat Connection

July 22, 2013

Go to your Stats page and check your top 3-5 posts. Why do you think they’ve been successful? Find the connection between them, and write about it.

Photographers, artists, poets: show us CONNECTIONS.

First A then B

That’s a leaf, that’s a tree

Where does this piece fit?

Put your hand inside the mitt

Join the dots together

Clouds mean rainy weather

If it frowns, it might cry –

If you step on it, it’ll die.

Do you like Pokemon?

So do I! Hey, c’mon

Let’s go see

The Batman trilogy

So yeah, I’m into philosophy

Yes! I miss the ol’ CD

No way! You like sci-fi too?

This is too good to be true!

Wanna go out, coffee maybe?

…Ahem, uh, I mean, would you marry me?

I support them, their ideas seem to be

The closest we’ll get to fairness and liberty.

No, don’t call Squirt – I don’t think he’ll come

It never pays to depend on anyone, ho hum.

I miss her. A lot. Never another again.

I told her she was a 7, but she was my only ten.

Jeremy, Squirt…hmm, I’ve heard that before

When you leave, would you mind shutting the door?

It’s been a long haul. I’m glad I’m done.

Lay me next to your mother. I’m proud of you, Son.

The Nuts and Bolts of Moving

Daily Prompt: There’s No Place Like Home

July 20, 2013

If you had the opportunity to live a nomadic life, traveling from place to place, would you do it? Do you need a home base? What makes a place “home” to you?

Photographers, artists, poets: show us MOVING.

Too many boxes

Too few clothes

Detained by locks, his

Weights are close

To being forgotten

Like the kids’ picture

Deframed; To have gotten

The TV led to a rapture

Which died when: the best

Sofa was left to the neighbors?

Time is a test

Of love and labors

Being settled, an illusion,

The proverbial carrot;

Cardiac contusion

Reduced if they share it.


Daily Prompt: Far from Home

July 15, 2013

Tell us about the farthest you’ve ever traveled from home.

Photographers, artists, poets: show us DISTANCE.

When you’re miles away from home

And everything is so strange that

You need to cry alone

That’s distance.

And when you sit

Next to them and they

Look away and so do you too

You feel the distance; they’re distant.

When you’re arguing your side of the story

But they refuse to understand, and

Instead re-repeat their side for

At least the seventh time,

Or better still:

Rant about





Just to get to rant,

You feel lip-quiveringly

Distant from them. And you feel

Like crying. And sometimes

You do.


You need something

To throw, anything that would

Make noise; Shatter into a million shards

And increase the entropy of the room,

Transfer it from inside of you,

Out. But you know that

This too shall pass.

So you don’t.

Instead you break

Something that won’t stay

Broken, or at least not visibly.

Instead you break the only thing that

Should be broken, deserves to be broken.

It’s just skin anyway. It can grow back.

The distraction and the abject relief

Sting and soothe together,

And sleep intervenes.

Next morning

Is a new day

And it’s quiet.

The sky is clearer

And it may be bad,

And distances increase,

But they also do



Daily Prompt: Your Life, the Book

July 13, 2013

From a famous writer or celebrity, to a WordPress.com blogger or someone close to you — who would you like to be your biographer?

Photographers, artists, poets: show us WORDS.



a e i o u




It is raining.

It is raining on the playground today.

I wish it had been raining so we could skip school today.

If it’s raining, I’ll drive you to class; we can take the long way.

It’s raining. Where? Deep inside…inside my heart….I miss him so much.

I’m not going out today – it’ll be raining, and I really can’t take my boss today anyway.

I wish the kids would stay inside when it’s raining – they’ll catch their death of cold.

Isn’t the world beautiful when it’s raining?

It’s raining….I wish it would always be raining….it reminds me of that time way back in —

It is raining.




Raining Again

Raining Again (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


A Single Strand

Daily Prompt: Singular Sensation

July 12, 2013

If one experience or life change results from you writing your blog, what would you like it to be?

Photographers, artists, poets: show us SINGULAR.

Sticky threads,

Soft as silk

Stronger than steel.

A butterfly

fluttered by –


The reflecting glint

Came too late.

A single strand

Was sticky enough

To confuse

Till the spider

Scuttled towards

Tonight’s meal.


Flight Delays are the Worst

Daily Prompt: Earworm

July 10, 2013

Write whatever you normally write about, and weave in a book quote, film quote, or song lyric that’s been sticking with you this week.

Photographers, artists, poets: show us INSPIRATION.

My grandparents got stuck on a flight today. They’ve been sitting in the plane for about four hours now while the plane’s navigation is ostensibly being examined. Apparently they took the plane for a trial run on track after all the passengers were seated and then realized that something is wrong.

Flight delays are a necessary bane.  I know I’d rather my grandparents fly on a plane that’s been deemed safe and reach a couple of hours late than have them leave right now with a risk of ending up in Norway tomorrow morning. Or stuck in a blizzard. Or stuck in a Norwegian blizzard. Anyway, what’s worrying is the fact that my grandfather needs a wheelchair and both my grandparents are diabetic – flight delays mean food delays, and food delays mean problems.

So my question(s), Airway Authorities, is this: What is your system for plane checks? Do you not conduct regular checks? Why was a plane almost allowed to take off before you decided to check it? Do I have my grandparents for a few more years due to the happy accident of that trial run? And, if it was a planned check, why was it not conducted while waiting for the passengers to board? Do you really not care? Exactly how extreme are your budget cuts anyway?

I’ve been thinking about this for a while, and as much as I would rather not be one of those people who gripe about “the System” all the time, I was too sorely tempted to blame the plane people than to act mature. And as we all know,

“The only way to get rid of temptation is to yield to it.”
― Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

Oh, just got a message saying the flight’s ready to take off. About time, too. Hopefully everything will turn out all right. And so ends the gripe-of-the-day.

I Didn’t Choose the Nomadic Life: the Nomadic Life Chose Me

Daily Prompt: Rolling Stone

July 7, 2013

If you could live a nomadic life, would you? Where would you go? How would you decide? What would life be like without a “home base”?

Photographers, artists, poets: show us TRAVEL.

The attraction of nomadic life is coincidentally the exact same reason why books with adolescent heroes are so popular. I read somewhere a few years ago that adolescence represents to us the best, most carefree part of life; a time without liabilities; a time when passion and energy are enough to move mountains; a time, in short, when there are no restrictions and anything is possible.

Nomadic life offers much the same – freedom from all your worldly cares. Just think for a moment: if you didn’t live in any fixed place, would you be worrying about the size of your neighbor’s house? about “keeping up with the Joneses”? about getting that dude back who parked so appallingly you had to wait an hour to get out of your spot? Would you even, I venture, worry about government? about whether you fit in? about why the latest celebrity-outcast decided to get a new hairdo? about whether your butt looks big in this?

No. I’m guessing we’d all be more concerned with our families. Maintaining relationships with those who matter; showing love. Appreciating (and treating with respect) nature. Doing whatever makes us happy, whether it’s touring that ancient city, climbing that mountain, starting a business, or learning to do that stupid thing that everyone thinks is a waste of time, but you’ve always wanted to do.

We love the idea of the nomadic way of life because it frees us of the unofficial constraints of society. Although we don’t live in Jane Austen’s world of mile-long lists of etiquette requirements and (miles-longer list) social faux pas, we still feel an obligation of sorts to deny ourselves happiness and instead plod along like everyone else; to deny ourselves happiness because others are too afraid to grab theirs, and sneer us into guilty inaction. Being a nomad would mean that we would have no obligations or responsibilities towards anyone or anything we didn’t wish to be held responsible to. Oh, and yes – you’d figure out how many of your Facebook friends you care about enough to actually stay in touch with. Har har.

Also, while on topic, I want to share an amazing photoblog a friend happened to recommend – it’s about a couple and their daughter who live like legit nomads. If you have a minute, check them out at http://www.theroadishome.com/.

Shaken awake in semi-darkness

My bleary eyes focus on light

Fighting into my room

And blinding me

Through the crack between door and carpet.

Parents’ voices, low and urgent,

Frantic with pre-travel panic

Yet strangely soothing:

I want to go back to sleep

But mom’s saying get up,

You can sleep in the car later.

Brush, shower, dress

Grab a pillow and your carry-on;

Let’s go.

I remember that plane rides are fun.