Raining petals

Gerber daisy petals

Beautiful flowers
Red, my favorite
Daisy petals too tempting
Not to pluck
A fortune to tell,
A future to ponder
Each crimson blade
Aimed at my soul
Cupid’s true arrow
Or love’s cruel dagger
One by one, bringing
Hope or despair
Joy or misery
Ecstasy or pain
The outcome a mystery
Once begun
Cannot be interrupted
Once decided
Cannot be undone
The arrows cannot be returned
To Cupid’s quiver
The daggers cannot be withdrawn
From my heart
They cannot be recounted
What is done, is done
The fates have chosen
This won’t be pretty
He loves me not
Heartless bastage!

The 100 Word Challenge is to tell a story in only 100 words. This week’s theme is ‘Pretty’

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I believe all good fiction includes an element of truth, and all good photography includes an element of fantasy. In this journal I hope to give voice to the stories swirling around in my head, and to capture the images I see through my camera’s lens.

17 thoughts on “Raining petals

  1. Oh, Tara. “They” do say we should write what we know. I always feel, no matter your subject, that you KNOW whereof you speak. Sigh. Beautiful in its hurtfulness.


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