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strange bed-fellows

I visited Sunday Scribblings after a bit of a break, and must say, am glad I did! Beautiful prompt! While writing The Tempest, Shakespeare wouldn’t have thought that centuries later,an amateur like me will be writing about this term! 🙂

 

what is the strangest thing? he asked
when paradoxes become compatible, I said
like in a soft sunset
the sun and the sky in a duet
the blue wooing the yellow
yes, these are strange bed fellows

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but is there something stranger?
well, yes there is
when beauty is killed by gun
when many run and others stay mum
when life is deep but death is shallow
the past and the future become strange bed fellows.

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adventure

it’s art. it’s acumen. it’s adventure. and the adventure is not in knowing the place, but the new me when i return from that place. i may be a totally edited version, or a lucid form of me. but i want to be an authentic one, whichever way it is.

i want to experience the magnetism, not the glamour.

i want to encounter the emotions, not the expressions.

i want to endure the fear, not the chaos.

i want to elude the map, not the identity.

and so the search began, for a new adventure. a new place. a new me.

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Encouraged by the prompt ‘Search’ @ Sunday ScribblingS!

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