Photo Challenge: Layered

It began with a word so small and unspoken 
that it waited in a bitter slick at the back 
of your tongue, held in check, afraid to trespass 
the air. The rest of the words trickled down the 
back of your throat, left dangling with other threads

of hard yearning and cold disappointment, caught 
suspended between fear and lust for a scream. Soon 
even a whisper is too much. So little air can pass 
that a sigh turns to a gasp, a strangle self-inflicted 
but denied until it bloats the body, stifling light 

and intention. So bound by muzzles of our own making, 
blue tints to our lips and the water in our eyes floods
over the parched skin covering dehydrated bones. We are 
not dead, just feigning life. Suffering will never nourish 
your blood. A feast of tears and angst is a hollow meal.
Let your ragged gasp bray out, hack and spit those
stale words to the earth to be cleaned. Suffering is
not a sacrament to be lifted up for worship. Avert your
eyes instead to the blunt beauty of clouds galloping 
shadows over the mesa, warming crevices with new growth.





Anna Blake at Infinity Farm

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(WordPress Photo Challenge is a weekly prompt to share a photo–I enjoy twisting these macro prompts to share our micro life here on the Colorado prairie. I take these photos with my phone, on my farm. No psych, definitely not high-tech.)


23 thoughts on “Photo Challenge: Layered

  1. Kathy Smith

    “Life is too short to wake up in the morning with regrets , so love the people who treat you right, forget about one’s who don’t, and believe that everything happens for a reason. If you get a chance, take it. If it changes your life, let it. Nobody said life would be easy, they just promised it would be worth it.”

    Sent from my iPhone – Kathy


  2. “Suffering is not a sacrament to be lifted up for worship.”
    It would sure be interesting if more people understood this. Yes, bray it out loud and long and clear. Get rid of those feasts of tears, muzzles, hollow meals, anguish. Life is too short to wallow in that sewage. Bathe in the light, the rain, the wind. Let loose the joy.

  3. Judy Shaub

    Wow, that took my breath away. The picture drew me in, such an adorable pose, I thought. Powerful. I look forward to the book.

  4. Pingback: Layered: Sunset at Avery Dennison | What's (in) the picture?

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