Jun 18, 2016 Free Verse, Original Poetry, The Daily Post
Cracked Glass
©June 18th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
Crackled flat disc of blue glass
With a crack cutting through,
Sits on window ledge, sunlight
In its midnight heart,
And calms my sleep-weary eyes,
And makes an ocean in my mind.
Every morning, I gaze at it
And every night, it draws me.
I drink that blue, suck it thirstily,
Feel it flowing, slicing through
My vision, slipping sideways into dreams.
I love its beauty
And equally so, that crack
Cutting through, ruthless, deranged –
So very flawed, it is,
And so very perfect!
Don’t touch it!
You might cut yourself!
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Tags: #DailyPrompt, #OriginalPoetrybyVijayaSundaram, #Perfection, #TheDailyPost
Jun 18, 2016 Friday Fictioneers, Original Short Story, Uncategorized
Word Count: 100 words of text, exactly
Genre: Fantasy-Reality Fiction
Pianissimo, Pianissimo!
©June 18th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
After Freddy Zhang came home from his after-school tutoring class, track team, or Robotics Club (he was forced to attend these), his mother made him practise piano first – no snacks until he was done.
Today, Freddy played scales, then stopped abruptly. He hated the piano, viscerally.
“What’s going on?” his mother shouted out.
Silently, he pressed the panels in front of him. They gave way.
“Freddy?” she called out again.
A clockwork key turned on his back. The piano keys moved silently.
Two hands reached out inside from the panels, and grabbed his.
Unresisting, he let himself be pulled in.
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Tags: #FridayFictioneers, #Original 100-word Flash Fiction based on a photo-prompt
Jun 18, 2016 Daily Life, Ramblings and Musings
On June 17th (that is, earlier today, since I count post-midnight posts as still being TODAY!):
And I had a GREAT time! The audience was VERY small (I guess I should have promoted it a lot more). However, the people who were there were wonderful poets and artists themselves, and I loved how they listened.
It was lovely to sing for them, play guitar, read my poems and stories, and accompany myself in my readings on my slit drum, my wooden fish-scraper, my clay bongos, and the pear-shaped shaker.
My daughter said she loved it, and my husband had sweet words to say, as well.
I was happy.
It’s been eighteen years since I did a solo gig that lasted an hour.
I am slowly easing back into performance, and I loved tonight’s gentle entry into it!
Tags: #Easing back into the world of performance, #PoetryPerformance, #SongsandGuitar