Daily Prompt: Symphony (Autumn)

via Daily Prompt: Symphony

I coasted through the cacophonous spectacle of the changing leaves. The Pennsylvania portion of Interstate 84 carried me East. The shifting colors brought to mind a conductor’s baton, the low waving queuing the bass red foliage to begin the movement.

I wondered how the changing season would sound in concert, despite the amphitheater mountains that surrounded me. The vibrato tones, twanging strings, the percussion laying down nature’s heartbeat set against the whistling wind.

I followed the rhythm of the road. Crescendo and downbeat carried my tires through a silent chorus of trees. The rising melody of asphalt and rubber thumped in my chest, and the baton rose call for the firs to shed. A drum of rain drops began to play its part on my car.

A hanging cloud by no means meant that the concert was coming to a close. Only that it would be a more dramatic piece than I thought. Instead of a soothing ambient lullaby, I would hear the hero’s journey and triumph as I made my way home.

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Amusement

Lollipop

 

 

The tacky film gives me Spider-Man’s grip as I hold the treat aloft. The stick holds no reprieve from the sweet slime, but my grip minimizes surface area touched.

Greedy grabbing fingers from the previous owner supplements the words needed to request its return, having finished re-tying her shoelaces. The lollipop is longer than her leg, even after the inch that disappeared in her mouth.

I barely dodge her drum major conduction, indicating the next ride she wants to go. Indulgence is the name of the game, especially on birthdays. Especially after missing so many.

A sticky hand grabs mine and she pulls me forward, hurrying my steps. I’m not the only that endeavors to spoil her rotten, I just have less of a chance to.

The noise of the world (screaming wheels, shrieking children, and wallets emptying) intrudes once more.

I plot to get her a sugar stick as tall as she is before we leave. She won’t object.

Her mother’s going to kill me.

 

 

Why I’m Here: Re-Introduction to the blogging community

I originally started a blog, as an outlet. As a way to express myself with the freedom to be able to voice my opinion. This was a novelty growing up. I also wanted to be able to explore the various fictional worlds I lived, and see who else shared my interest. In a small town, my friends would share a couple at most of my interests.

I want to review. I love reviewing. Delving into the minutia of a fictional world and find my meaning, even if said meaning differed from someone else’s. I love to see what others do when they look at the same thing as me. I love books, movies and TV shows, and as a nerd, if I could capitalize on my near-obsession with certain ones and make a living of that, or become the published author that I also want to be, then that would be a dream come true.

I think that the true reason for my various social media accounts, and this blog was for attention. I’ve spent most of my life feeling invisible, and part of that was deliberate. It was necessary. But I don’t live in fear of monsters anymore, and I feel like anytime I want to step into the sunlight, I get shoved back into the shadows. I want to know that I’m being noticed, that someone sees me. That my voice is heard, and get the confirmation that it matters. Then again, this could become a double edged sword, and my being notice might not work out in my favor.

But living in fear of what could happen as an existence I don’t want to endure anymore. Human beings are evolved to survive, but survival means nothing if there is nothing beyond that. Then it is only a matter of: to be or not to be. And the answer to that question is one we can only hope to answer for ourselves.

HP: Book 3 Poetic Narrative

A bloated aunt with unhidden scorn

Innocence from him is torn

A Knight transport does he see

A Black heart unwittingly free

Hidden truths and soulless wraith

Betrayals that fill him full of hate

Humans hiding in animal form

A fugitive sequestered in his dorm

Fear formed from unconscious mind

Laughter a weapon to use in kind

Vendettas from years before

A severe teacher tries to settle the score

Flighty teacher envisions doom

Events home to head in shrieking room

Truths revealed far too late

Resigning the just to an unjust fate

Prisoners freed when time is turned

An innocent man on innocent bird

Moon haunted teacher is revealed

Mischief managed becomes unsealed

As his year comes to an end

Back to his reviled kin they must send

Harry Potter Book 2 Poem

The house no better than when he left
He feels abandoned and bereft
Their fear of him keep them at bay
They won’t let his bird fly away
Lack of correspondence fills him with dread
An elf’s warnings of danger ahead
Caged in his room, his dreams go far
His comrades rescue him in a flying car
A magical home, in which he will stay
A peacock with his notoriety will play
A scarlett bullet to bring him home
They miss it because of a solid tome
Flying, falling, a hitting tree
Almost banished from where he wants to be
A hidden Chamber taking life
Spreading mistrust and strife
A serpent speaker he has become
Thought to be the descendent of one
A petrified friend, a memory written
An eight-legged nightmare has almost bitten
For a past crime, a friend is taken
For the present he is again forsaken
A sister stolen to die in vain
So his enemy may live again
A giant serpent he must fight
Death for those who looks in its sight
A fiery bird with healing tears
Destroying a living book, allaying his fears
A mindless man, once their teacher
A fraudulant, conniving, greedy, creature
A sevant freed from his master’s pain
Promised never to save his life again

Alias – A Poem

A woman of a thousand names

But one that always remains the same

Giving truth to the one she loves

Sending him to the world above

Working for the enemy she thought to fight

Needing to make this wrong a right

Changing sides as a double

She’s not the only one in trouble

With her father on her side

Needing her double status to hide

Hiding the truth from her friends

A handler to help her with those ends

A mother that she thought lost

Returns at an unknown cost

Losing time in her life

Her lover takes another to wife

An enemy freed, her father in jail

She finds this life beyond the pale

A wife’s betrayal, a sister found

Forward her life continues to bound

A lover thought dead, a child to be born

A dangerous enemy takes her form

With her destiny finally unfurled

She finds she has all the time in the world

Charmed – A Poem

Destiny found in a shadowed book

Powers from which three sisters took

One sees visions in her mind

One freezes objects in space and time

One moves objects with her will

Powers for which evil will kill

A handy man with angelic wings

Protecting witches from evil things

A detective to protect and serve

A demon with human nerve

Detective lost in loop of time

A sister passing to the other side

A sister found that was unknown

A mother’s affair is truthfully shown

A future son come to the past

To change the future, and change it fast

To fix his brother’s evil deeds

And to sow his future seeds

A protégé to fight and teach

For a normal life they wish to reach

Sisters against sisters, driven to harm

So that they may be forever….

Making History – A Poem

A shot heard ‘round the world

A day that will live in infamy

Soldiers plant a flag unfurled

Millions dead to bigotry

Shackled men are emancipated

Give me liberty or give me death

No representation indicated

In history, I shall hold my breath

We are told there’s nothing to fear

That we can all share a dream

As lady liberty sheds a tear

Two twins fall with deafening screams

I roll by the amber waves of grain

And see the ghosts done in by hate

Ring the liberty bell again

And free us from our chaotic state

For we must look through others eyes

So history we do not repeat

And shield us from the damning lies

That hides the truth and deceit

Now we stand at a precipice

A puzzle to unravel

A solution to clean up our mess

I’ll take the road less traveled