Here are the amazing results for Creative Perspective Challenge Eleven!
- Teagan Ríordáin Geneviene: LINK
This beautiful poem is from Priscilla Bettis
Morning hush
is the hymn of the forest cathedral.
Gold and yellow aspen leaves murmur Matins,
And the manna of dew forms on the trail.
I drove my car to the trailhead instead of work.
A stray dog found me, is now escorting me
Like a penitent to the confessional.
I have sipped prophecies from styrofoam cups.
I have knelt before the punch clock
And offered my time card as a sacrifice.
A mile in, the dog slows. I am absolved.
We walk back. I palm a Psalm to take to work,
And drop the fur-clad priest at a shelter.
Here is my take on it. A haibun:
THAT FALL AFTERNOON
The cool crisp fall air and the crunch of the blushing leaves stripped away the layers of fear, stress, and regret with each step. All Hank and his lab, Toni had left of more prosperous times was what he carried in the backpack. Oddly enough, Hank felt more peaceful in this moment than he ever had in his days with a well-paying job, expensive car, and beautiful house. They hiked deeper into the forest that he’d barely looked at in years from his gilded estate’s expansive windows. When the inevitable knock came to his door, he wouldn’t be there to answer it. Hank grinned. It was easier than he ever imagined, leaving the golden life behind. It wasn’t worth his soul. A song from his childhood that his mother used to sing to him filled his heart. He sang it loud to the trees with a few well-placed howls thrown in by Toni. Life from now on was going to be an adventure, and the cave he remembered from childhood was just around the corner. Yes, it was going to be okay, wasn’t it?
government collapsed
cruel gangs, the replacement
time to start over
Note: Sorry this is late! I got sidetracked watching a sick grandchild. She is coming back today, so I may be late in responding. This is one determined virus…
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