Friday, October 30, 2009

Flash 55 Friday


Yesterday I was ready to take some action in the garden after weeks of neglect. I yanked out the dying hollyhocks, then turned to address the dead sunflowers.

Everywhere I looked, there were tiny goldfinches picking at the seeds drying in the sunflower heads. Fluttering wings made the deadness seem alive. I didn't have the heart to pull out the stalks, not when the goldfinches found them so bountiful.

A lesson in this, I think.


Here's my Flash 55, a ficticious poem.

If you want to play with your 55 words, go see Mr. KnowItAll, whose link you'll find under the blogs I follow.


Not Everything Black Is Broken

The sky went down in flames
of violet and orange
framed by black palm trees
waving their frondy arms.

In the light a shovel seems like a tool,
A builder, a breaker of things
In the dark it is my dance companion
Maker of music, a slip of a dream

Chris Alba © 2009

14 comments:

Chef Kar said...

Very nice imagery! Pretty. I like that you left the deadheads for the goldfinches ~ a gift for them from a something that gifted you. Sweet.

Have a nice weekend.

You'll find my Flash 55 ~ Skipping Stones posted.

Brian Miller said...

hope you had fun in the garden...and enjoyed dancing with the shovel. smiles. great 55!

hope you have a happy halloween!

mine is up!

Monkey Man said...

The gift of nature for your finches and a gift of 55 for us. My 55 is posted HERE.

Dulce said...

How beautiful... One can feel evry detail of it, especially the lights the wind the palmm trees, your state...
Great 55!

Gin said...

As always...LOVE IT!!!

DreamDancer said...

"the sky went down in flames of violet and orange"... love this. I'm sure the goldfinches appreciate your sweet compassion. Blessings to you.

Syd said...

Nice one Chris. My vegetable garden is doing great and the flowers are still blooming here.

Susie Hemingway said...

Very colourful indeed and so descriptive, I liked this a whole lot.

Alice Audrey said...

See, now this is why I procrastinate. The finches, I mean. Not the slip of a dream.

lakeviewer said...

You are on a comet, burning through the night. Your poetry speaks of this journey.

clean and crazy said...

beautiful 55, didn't get mine up this week, but will try to catch everyones soon!!

Tall Kay said...

You are so talented with these! I have to work so hard at creativity and you make it look so easy! I truely believe it is a gift...like the sunflower seeds for the birds! I think it's so cool you left them! So nice to have you back :o)

G-Man said...

Chris...This was fantabulous!
Beautiful imagry...Even the part with the shovel!
Thank you for this uplifting little Gem, and have a Kick-Ass Week-End...G

Shadow said...

well well written. and so good of you to leave the snacks for them birds a little while longer...

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