He wandered through timeless tunnel, shape shifting from young boy to old man. He wished such transformations brought wisdom; enlightenment.
But his balance was off; like a cog in a Victorian factory wheel missing a tooth. Full steam puffing; turning humanity to full stop like telegraph tapper tapping telegram.
He stood in the power of angered nature, harnessing gift of froth and spit for his garden. Digging with spade, turning soil with fork; tossing in seeds of experience and lust.
Wildflowers grew; heads nodding in opium-scented poppy wind. He sat, cross legged, eyes of a million stories, and waited, buddha-breathing, under his bonsai-Bodhi tree.
Writing in the raw for mlmm Sunday writing prompt: collage 41
Lorraine's frilly freudian slip 
June 7, 2018 at 3:35 pm
“He stood in the power of angered nature, harnessing gift of froth and spit for his garden.”
This is such a great image – powerful for the words – and well placed, as it happens, as it was “read interpreted” in your panel image – I especially like the second part – harnessing – whoot! the gift of froth and spit …. these are most excellent images, in this “stark” reading …. and impressive as a collective whole. A completeness to this “zen/not zen” collage ….
Glad to see you’re able to just let the words come and breathe! good show Lorraine 😁
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June 7, 2018 at 8:45 pm
Thanks — butterfly nets help at times, too. The words sometimes are there but I need help to capture them before they flit away.
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June 7, 2018 at 8:57 pm
you’re doing more than “just fine” ….. keep that in mind …. and just allow yourself the ways you’re using right now, because they seem to be working well for you …. besides, the words “are” always there …. waiting …. just go with it :)
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June 4, 2018 at 12:41 pm
Powerful piece. I enjoyed this a lot too. The imagery used to describe this reclusive man is wonderful and vivid.
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June 5, 2018 at 11:32 pm
Thanks — the panels sometimes align themselves into a story.
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June 6, 2018 at 4:01 pm
Hehe. That’s always a good thing :)
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June 4, 2018 at 7:00 am
Yes I like this too there is a quite circle of life to it.💜
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June 5, 2018 at 11:33 pm
Thanks — I have been thinking of planting and the turning of time lately, with dirt unwashed under my nails, and the smell of mulch and promise in the air.
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June 6, 2018 at 1:25 am
Luckily life just goes on 💜
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June 4, 2018 at 6:40 am
I love this. I especially like the line “But his balance was off; like a cog in a Victorian factory wheel missing a tooth.” Enjoyed your response
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June 5, 2018 at 11:19 pm
Thanks. I like reading Yve’s collages as pages of a book, panels in a comic — it’s the linking of the images that creates the webs of meaning. Sometimes more lyrically than others.
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