Feb 10, 2016 Friday Fictioneers

Word Count:  100 words of text, exactly
Genre:  Fanciful Fiction

Flower-Child
©February 10th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram

People flee me when they see me — I know, because I hear them.  Before I was born, my mother turned her face to the sun, and begged for a child who would save the earth.  I am that child.  I will realize her dream.

I like making things grow.  Here I am, tending to this daffodil and coaxing that tulip.

Come, little flower, grow!  It will be well with you.  Don’t be sad.

My eyes glow with the sun.  My mother told me they were golden-green.  I see into people, but I cannot see them.  I’ve been blind from birth.
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Thanks, as always, to our dear, generous Fairy Blog-Mother, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, for hosting Friday Fictioneers, and to The Reclining Gentleman for the lovely photo-prompt.

 

Tags: Blindness, Flowers, Plants, Save the Planet

Apr 26, 2014 Uncategorized

Spring and Rain, and Flowers and Dog

©April 26th, 2014

 By Vijaya Sundaram

Rain erases with gentle

Pearly, indifferent mercy

All that ever was that died.

 

And with one wash, she

Brings forth life anew.

 

Daffodils nod along the paths,

Pink hyacinths and purple ones

Glow amidst a young green

Pushing from a pulsing earth.

 

Narcissus and Puschkinia

Bright, cheerful pansies,

Close to the earth, but undeterred

All beautiful, all simple —

 

No terrors, no hopes, no fears,

No egos, no sorrows, no losses,

No working for a living,

No guilt about idleness,

No chasing after dreams,

No saying “no” to things.

All saying “yes” to Life

 

— Even when it comes along

In canine form, sniffs, springs,

Laughs soundlessly, and

SNAP!  A pansy is gone!

 

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Tags: #Dog, #NaPoWriMo, #Original Poetry, #Rain, #Spring, Flowers, pansy eating dog