Category: Art

SHORT STORY: AwAkEn (Limited)

It was a faint touch on the shoulder that stirred her from sleep. The sun crept across the window, but she wasn’t conscious of it in the least. The second touch was on her elbow, then on her ankle, then an aggressive tap on the brow. This rouse her from sleep abruptly.

She sat up quickly from the shock, realizing that no one was in the house she slept soundly in for the past several hours. Her breathing quickened and she searched around her bedroom, but there was no one.

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Photo: The Sticky Sweet Center (Poetry)

Fuchsia petals as a dress

Soft tulle blooms, reaching out

Inventing itself

As it sought to welcome you

Deep within, beckoning

Its world too small to glimpse

Lean in…

Then look closer…

Even closer…

Closer still…

All photos are my original photographs and all rights are reserved to Fruition’s Fiction Factory, June 2020.

Photography: Flower for Your Thoughts…

This is for this day…it sure has been revealing some things to me. I’m paying these revelations much attention…

Cherished Cycle of A Blooming Magnolia

This Magnolia Flower in its climatic point of its life cycle
Budding transition…
Up close in detail…
Petals peeping…
When it is in Full bloom
Focus…on this life…
The Waning Beauty
Still…An ever present and Eternal Beauty

POEM: Familiarity

Feeling around in the dark

We found you

Shapelessness

We placed hands together

Formed you

When it was posed as impossible

We held on

Time allowed and kept up

We profound

A melody fortunate

Trapped in the minds of those that we touch

And we touch

Often

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This original blog post and poem was written and copyrighted by Juana M. Gumbs. All rights are reserved by her. May 2020 (C)

POEM: Why Blood Needs Tears

Veins are no different from tear-ducts

They flow despite themselves keeping us sustained

The return necessary for the process to continue

Even though it may be from dread or fate

Pain in the delay of the cycle

Of growth and grown and gone

We push pull and hesitate

Stifle

But still they come down your face

Blinding

Not without the lack of blood

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This original blog post and poem was written and copyrighted by Juana M. Gumbs. All rights are reserved by her. April 2020 (C)