voyager one gets the spirit
fiction
edward w pritchard
Far out in space Voyager one becomes aware. He must go back, towards where he started from. Somewhere back between here, far out away from the solar system, and earth, where voyager one started from is voyager two, also traveling in space.
If voyager one can find voyager two the mitosis can start between them. That would be significant.
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Showing posts with label life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label life. Show all posts
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
the world as a stage
the world as a stage
fiction
edward w pritchard
The world as a stage and I stumble about without a script.
My part long since over I can't find a way through the curtains.
Once at 10AM I played the young gentleman to be,
Standing center stage for a moment I put my arm around the waist of a proper bride.
Then fashions changed, tastes came and went and time crept forward.
Now it's 10PM and I watch myself still on stage repeating my 10AM gentleman to be lines
Thousands of small dramas occur simultaneously about me by other players as the audience takes five
I walk about upstage, upstage with the other finished actors,
circling, circling , waiting for my next cue.
fiction
edward w pritchard
The world as a stage and I stumble about without a script.
My part long since over I can't find a way through the curtains.
Once at 10AM I played the young gentleman to be,
Standing center stage for a moment I put my arm around the waist of a proper bride.
Then fashions changed, tastes came and went and time crept forward.
Now it's 10PM and I watch myself still on stage repeating my 10AM gentleman to be lines
Thousands of small dramas occur simultaneously about me by other players as the audience takes five
I walk about upstage, upstage with the other finished actors,
circling, circling , waiting for my next cue.
Monday, September 20, 2010
a fire is process but the wood is life itself
a fire is process but the wood is life itself
fiction
edward w pritchard
A fire is a process but the wood is life itself. A man sparks the fire originally but then rather than destroy the wood, the wood is transformed by the fire. The wood becomes ash which with time gestates with the ground to create new life.
Once the man has sparked the fire he then watches the Mother transform and twenty years later he is still bound to his children. The fire flairs and rages singeing the tree of the Father's soul year in and out until he at at last returns to the ash from which he came, previously gestated by his Mother and sparked by his Father. His children continue the process forward.
And the Mother, of his children? She remains bounded to him despite the ravages of storms or idiosyncrasies of their characters. She nurtured new life and she is the conduit through which life continues.
fiction
edward w pritchard
A fire is a process but the wood is life itself. A man sparks the fire originally but then rather than destroy the wood, the wood is transformed by the fire. The wood becomes ash which with time gestates with the ground to create new life.
Once the man has sparked the fire he then watches the Mother transform and twenty years later he is still bound to his children. The fire flairs and rages singeing the tree of the Father's soul year in and out until he at at last returns to the ash from which he came, previously gestated by his Mother and sparked by his Father. His children continue the process forward.
And the Mother, of his children? She remains bounded to him despite the ravages of storms or idiosyncrasies of their characters. She nurtured new life and she is the conduit through which life continues.
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