Category Archives: Writing

Summer Reflections

Sparkling green reflections

Chasing you
Over the sands of time
Was always your dream,
Never mine.
Summer’s here
And memories bloom;
I dance alone
Under a jealous moon.

~*~
©️2022 Paula Light and Light Motifs II. No unauthorized use permitted.

Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge.

When We Were Water

Endless ocean sea blue

When we were water
Our house was our shroud
Under vaporous heaven
We worshiped a cloud

When we were water
We bubbled with languor
We formed no defenses
We never knew anger

When we were water
We moved with the moon
Resplendent in starlight
With no notion of soon

When we were water
We watched without eyes
Waiting for the world
To actualize

~*~
©️2022 Paula Light and Light Motifs II. No unauthorized use permitted.

Written for the Skeptic’s Kaddish W3-14 and Moonwashed Musings.

Inspired by Other Minds by Peter Godfrey-Smith.

Path

Monochrome woman grey

I took the path of least resistance and it led to a monochrome meadow full of white flowers, black trees, and grey skies. No wait, I cried, trying to find my way back to color and spice. But it was too late and every road looked the same, circling back around in an impossible bored game. I accepted my fate to wander alone in this frictionless maze, craving the drama I had once despised, until one day a white knight on a black horse arrived.

“Hello,” he said with a smile. “Our records show that your auto warranty has expired.”

~*~
©️2022 Paula Light and Light Motifs II. No unauthorized use permitted.

Written for Six Sentence Story.

Geography

man woman table flowers art hockney

She studied the geography
Of his face
As if there would be a final exam:
Sharp planes,
Rivers of sadness,
Eyes like quicksand.
She had known him forever,
But who was this man?
Every time he spoke,
His words mapped
To a foreign land;
She gazed at terrain
She did not understand.
The more she learned,
The less she knew,
And all her answers
Were left blank.

~*~
©️2022 Paula Light and Light Motifs II. No unauthorized use permitted.

Image credit to David Hockney.

TMP67: August

TMP monday peeve kitty cat

Welcome to my refreshed Monday Peeve! Unburden yourself of an annoyance and you’ll feel better afterward. Or not. Complain in my comments or crab in your own post. Doesn’t have to be on a Monday. You do you.

Today is the first day of August, and the whole month is just a hot pile of peeve. The worst thing is that there are no official US holidays in August. I mean, really, what is up with that? A sticky, icky month, kids off school, most business slowed, and they can’t give us a measly 3-day weekend to hang out at the pool or beach? Geez! Well, I showed THEM (whoever THEY are) and took every Friday off this month, nyah. I don’t know if I’ll go to the pool or beach, but like whatever. I can if I wanna. And I’ll have more time to blog! More time to read my bingo genres! More time to click through all my TV channels and b!tch that I can’t find anything good to watch. Hurrah.

No, I’m not planning on working on my novel/s, short stories, long short stories, or any other thing that’s been waiting unfinished forever in my cloud of meh. August is not a time for creativity; it’s a time to feel inadequate in a swimsuit and eat too much ice cream regardless. This is what we do in August while we dream of crisp cool evenings, pumpkin spice everything, and how soon it’ll be January 1 of a brand new year and life will be different then.

Except it will be the same, or worse. Probably worse.

~*~
©️2022 Paula Light and Light Motifs II. No unauthorized use permitted.

Wisps

Bride piano music fog mist

Ancient mournful melodies
Echo ’round the stars;
Broken jagged memories
Beat their wings inside a jar.
Smiling blue-eyed monster
Grows flowers in his hands;
Champagne bubbles fizzle
Like poison on the sand.
Wisps of long-discarded scenes
Flutter bravely through my dreams.

~*~
©️2022 Paula Light and Light Motifs II. No unauthorized use permitted.

Washing My Hands [socs]

bath bubbles wash soap

Whenever I visit Facebook, my feed is awash with complaints about how terrible FB is. I don’t have Instagram, but from what I read, that site is also starting to suck in a major way. Both are due to get worse, as Zuck has decided to compete with TikTok by shoving reels and influencer videos in our faces from people we don’t follow. According to Zuck, we shouldn’t choose what to see; the AI will decide for us.

Thus, I wash my hands of FB, which has become impossible to read lately anyway because of their auto-refresh every 10 seconds. For a while now, it’s been all about nasty political memes and doom-scrolling, interspersed with ads every 3 posts. Blech! I’m glad I created a new account because it provides a way of easily contacting friends, but that’s all FB is good for, imo. Even reading my groups is annoying these days, since they’re full of FB’s exhortations to join other groups. Can’t I just view some kitties in peace?!

So where can a writer post original ideas, interact with fellow writers in a meaningful way, and be part of a community of people who care about the written word? Well duh, right here on WordPress! Whenever I tell FB friends this, they’re all eh blogs, pish posh, can’t be bothered. Thing is, most of them have blogs, but they’re dusty from disuse. Unfortunately, so many peeps have become addicted to consuming feeds full of mental junk food that they recoil at the idea of taking the time to write a couple of thoughtful paragraphs or creating a new piece of fiction or poetry ~ even those who used to do these very things. Sad.

But like Fandango always says… whatever floats your boat. And if anyone cares, I still enjoy Twitter for poetry and news.

~*~
©️2022 Paula Light and Light Motifs II. No unauthorized use permitted.

Dawn

dawn meadow fantasy

Dawn comes softly,
Wreathed in ethereal mist;
Moon relinquishes her crown.
Dreams fade slowly,
Back to enchanted forests,
Draped in diamantine gowns.

~*~
©️2022 Paula Light and Light Motifs II. No unauthorized use permitted.

Waiting

Green moon

I’ll be waiting for you
In the garden of screams,
Where slivers of light
Slash through the trees.
Demons are dancing
To a dramatic beat—
Keep your eyes closed
And suspend disbelief.

~*~
©️2022 Paula Light and Light Motifs II. No unauthorized use permitted.

Written for Moonwashed Musings and the Skeptic’s Kaddish W3-13.

Cherry 2000

Bowl of cherries

I watched Cherry 2000 because of some man, which is the reason I used to do many things that weren’t my idea.

I liked the film, even though the initial premise that a Stepford wife sexbot would malfunction in water is a bit weak. Naturally the protag falls for a “real” woman on the journey to obtain a replacement sexbot. And here’s the actual suspension of disbelief: that any man would ever choose a flawed real woman over a fake perfect one.

Maybe I’m wrong, but life is so much sweeter now that I no longer look for him.

~*~
©️2022 Paula Light and Light Motifs II. No unauthorized use permitted.

Written for the Carrot Ranch’s 99 Word Challenge. Image via Reena Saxena.