Thy name is compromise

When a whole life was spent

Clipping the wings of heart’s desire

And mind locked in a vault

Guarded by the lost key

Of pursuit of happiness

A search futile

Ignorant of what’s being searched for

The little morsels spread to entice

Does not make the heart flutter

For a promise of bliss

Embraced a fleeting moment of peace

Price that I pay

In perpetual silence

Misery, thy name is compromise

Black and White : February 1 Flash Fiction Challenge

There once was a movie named
The Manchurian Candidate
Why Manchurian
I scratch my head
Little up north
The cold frigid waste
Siberia
The Siberian Candidate
That would have been
More realistic
Wouldn’t it
Oh my my
What did I do
Realistic
May be a reality TV show
But not real life
Siberian Candidate
Everything in life can’t be
Black and white
Must use our imagination
Little shades of gray
Not just left and right
Not conservative and liberals
A little compromise
Maybe thinking about
Siberian cold
I am mixing my
Black and white
My imaginations
Taking a flight

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Charli’s prompt this week:

In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that features something black and white. It could be a nun in a zebra monster truck, a rigid way of thinking, a bird in a tuxedo — be imaginative and go where the prompt leads.

 

Answer Zero

Asked only
A little of life
Life offered
Myriad temptations

Fight Another Day

A new year, new hope in the horizon
Resolutions do not matter
They are made to be broken
What matters most is the will to carry on
To pick up the broken pieces and move on
Everything may not have gone the way we wanted
But that’s how life usually is
Scars fester and are infertile
Need not carry those in our hearts
Analyzing and overanalyzing
Old ideas hibernating
What did not work, let’s throw those away
It’s time to come in from the cold
Reinvigorated, much still need to be done
Compromise does not mean defeat
It’s will to fight another day