Feb 4, 2016 Friday Fictioneers
Word Count: 100 words of text, exactly
Genre: Somewhat-Realistic Fiction
Life is But A Dream
©February 4th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
The clouds loomed. The air was still with expectation. Water-hyacinths choked the river.
“Why this route?” I complained for the umpteenth time.
“There isn’t any other route,” replied the boatman, sullenly.
Suddenly, the boat stopped. Now, totally out of patience, I stormed at him. “Why aren’t we moving? Row me ashore, you damned fool!”
He smiled tightly. “Be patient, sir,” he replied. Then, “Look!” he added, pointing.
I looked where he pointed. The next moment, I was in the water, and the boatman pulled away, glee making his face a demon mask.
I tried to swim.
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Thanks, as always, to our host at Friday Fictioneers, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (whom I have dubbed our Fairy Blog-Mother), and to Erin Leary for the photo-prompt.
Tags: Boatman, Life is But A Dream, Original 100-word short story based on a photo-prompt, Water-hyacinths
Dec 18, 2015 Original Poetry
Fare for the Ferry
(Prompt: Farewell; Poetry, Day 10)©December 18th, 2015
By Vijaya Sundaram
Goodbye, I said to the clock in the room
Goodbye, it whispered back to me.
Farewell, I said to the shadowy gloom,
Which said, “Oh, please come back to me.”
Goodbye, I said to the leaning tree
Goodbye, it whispered back to me.
Farewell, I said to the vanishing sea
It said, “Oh, you’ll come home to me.”
Goodbye, I said to my much-loved books
Goodbye, they whispered back to me.
Farewell, I said to the Time I took
The clock just smiled and ticked at me
Goodbye, I said to promises made
Goodbye, they whispered back to me.
Farewell, I said to the roles I played
But they dissolved in mystery
Goodbye, I said to the fish and the birds
Goodbye, they whispered back to me.
Farewell, I said, but nobody heard.
So, I cut the threads, and rose up, free.
And when I arose, and was borne aloft
I floated till the air grew soft,
Till it bloomed into streams and carried me
Where a boatman stood to ferry me.
But I had no coin, and I had no fare
I had to return, and descend the stairs
But I tripped and fell down athwart the skies
And now, I’m a dream behind your eyes.
And, now I sing, Farewell to all
The night is good, it hears my call.
Farewell, I sing, and go to sleep,
And I will weave you dreams to keep.
Just carve me a coin cut from the moon
I’ll give it to my boatman soon.
For I am weary and need my rest
I’ve loved this life, now comes the test.
No, do not weep, and do not moan
No, do not wail and do not groan.
It’s sleepy-time now for my soul
And time for me to be made whole.
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Tags: #Death, #Freedom, #Life, #Writing 101, Poetry, Boatman, Charon, Coin for the boatman, Day 10, Dreams, Farewell, goodbye, My 2nd Poem for Day 10, Rest