What I Saw in the Dark

If you missed this morning’s prompts post, I’m responding to Seeing in the Dark.

For today’s images I cut a new owl filter and put tiny feathers in it. I guess third time’s a charm with owls, I like how this cut turned out, and the feather effect is also worked well.

OctPoWriMo 2023: Facing Our Fears

For today’s poem, it was already light out when I started the exercise, so I took a notebook and pencil and sat down in my meditation closet with the door closed. It was so dark that my eyes never adjusted. I stood up and turned around and there I saw a sliver of light under the door. I wanted to share this picture of the notes I took in the complete blackness. The whole time I was writing, I thought I was writing over the words I had written before, but most of it is pretty legible which really surprised me.

When I Turned Toward the Light

The line of light under the closed door
reveals the edge of the carpet
I felt safe in the dark, but
now I see a wide mouth
and expect the tongue
to slither out
and touch my
sweating
toes

Writober 2023

Logline: After anti-gravity technology became commonplace, developers took to the skies, but as with every big concept design, some mistakes were made.

Gravity Floats

I was the only person who showed up for the rising of the latest luxury living cube. It doesn’t seem like it was so long ago when a rising was a huge event. People would crowd from miles around to watch the amazing sight made available through anti-gravity technologies. though the majority of them would never be able to afford to live above the world with ever-changing views. That was the brilliance of the Rubik’s design. Now, my car was the only one on the bridge under the gray skies.

 I watched in silence as two of the cubes residents came out on their balconies. It never gets old watching them not have to cling to the railing, standing there at such odd angles. I looked at the thin man on the left, standing a little crookedly like his upper body had to compensate for something, then I looked at the woman on the right, her hair back in a pony tail, leaning over the balcony. How long would it take for one of them to become so self-centered that they find a way to over-ride all the others and try to force the cube to their will? I shouldn’t be thinking this. The new tenants have been carefully screened. It doesn’t help that the destroyed parts of the last cube are still floating within view. I should have insisted that reclamation was completed before the rising, but I seem to be the only one that cares.

Enjoy Pretending You’re an Owl!