The old barn doors
in the distance heard
open
~ close
in unison
at the mercy of the
summer wind
that licks and grabs
She stands almost leafless
– cracked
bereft of feeling
her eyes don’t cry
broken stems
mushroom roofs
encircle her
and the air sings
in the distance
she will find herself
as the seasons
brush against her
standing in silence
as her last leaves fall
Copyright JMTacken 30.1.2015
Tell yourself ‘do nothing’ but
You still are doing something
The act of being in nothingness
still holds your breath
within those seconds your chest
rises and falls
Escaping existence
collapsing into quiet
floating in your imagination
Minds don’t shut down
Your body can if given the chance
Eyes open or closed
thoughts continue to tumble
In the nothingness of you
not doing anything, you still ‘do’
Copyright jmtacken 14.7.14
What it’s all about: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week I will post a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the prompt word. The word does not have to appear in your five sentences, just use it for direction.
This week: EMPTY
like the vase that holds no flowers
the bottle of scotch in the bin
the photo frame that held the happy picture
the photo I tore away, that was encased in wood
A nothingness remains…’empty’ like the tree stripped of its leaves
For Five Sentence Fiction
Ramblings From A Mum 