CREATIVE CHALLENGE: OH!

Spring had already arrived at a small village where David, a teenager boy, lived with his family. One day, on the way back home from school, he stopped to pick flowers from a field. He picked one, two, three and one more...
Suddenly, he saw Miriam, a classmate he fancied very much. Apparently, it seemed that she was walking in his direction. As she was approaching him very slowly, he began to address her but she didn't appear to know him. He entreated her only to accept the flowers from him, but she raised her circle face up a little and... turning away her head, she fastened her pace and continued on her way.

David remained there standing for a few minutes, with not very cordial feelings about Miriam. Had she made him feel insecure in his masculinity? Maybe, maybe not. I, who had been watching them, unnoticed, could hear him muttering to himself something that sounded like "Oh, she's a conceited girl!"

©Belita

PS. The needlework pictured above makes part of my life. I grew up looking at it very often. It was stitched by my grandmother and nowadays I have it on a wall in my flat. I remember well, as a child, looking at that girl and thinking how conceited her attitude was.

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CREATIVE CHALLENGE: COVERING

A hat gone out of style 

A net covering her face, 

Sunshine on her smile.

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CREATIVE CHALLENGE: VOID

The void I know is as cold as an ice cube,

As dark as pitch,

Nothing in it is beautiful.

But, I accept it such as it is,

It accepts me such as I am.

It’s the past that I haven’t lived,

It’s the future that hasn’t yet arrived.

If it’s neither the past nor the future,

It can only be the present.

Is it a present filled with poisoned gifts?

Or

Perhaps is it a kiss that is not innocent?

I take a deep breath in and calm my mind,

I close my eyes, as though to escape time.

I start counting one, two, three...

I open my eyes again and, I see the void smiling.

At last, all makes sense:

The void, after our long-lasting familiarity,

Has now become my good friend
Never concealing its own peculiarity!!!

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CREATIVE CHALLENGE: WARMTH

Note: I used, for the photo above, one of the teddy bears of my collection,

put it half inside one of my boots. Took the photo and edited it,

 using a snowy texture, I mean,  a photo I had in my folders.

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CREATIVE CHALLENGE: SINK

I took the photo when Queen Mary 2 called Lisbon, on Nov. 11, 2011

Dreaming awake, I imagine an ocean liner,

I, sitting on the deck, with my eyes set on a bottle,
Fruit of the creativity of an Italian designer,
Perhaps influenced by a vintage pottle.
Shall I try to refrain from drawing the cork?

Shall I let my dreams sink to the seabed?

I look at the sky and as I see a flying stork

I decide “they will never be sunk but threaded”.

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CREATIVE CHALLENGE: JOY

As the leaves were falling from the trees,

Mary watched them with joy

Trying to catch one with her hand,

While her husband, a gloomy man,

Turned his back on the charms of Nature

Concentrated he was on his pension plan.

Paul hadn't yet perceived that true joy

Is a cumulative emotion

A kind of an intense happiness

Built on itself over time, without a tool kit.

Would he ever be part of the joy of Life???

Mary had already got a chunky slice of it...

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