Tension mounts
by Elouise
Tension mounts
Beneath the surface
Begging for relief
Tendons tighten
Their nervous grip
On control mechanisms
The outer world shrinks
Lost in a cacophony
Of competing systems
Internal air congregates
Propels itself outward
In one long sigh of relief
Tension drains
Tendons relax
Outer world returns
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Today’s Daily Prompt, catapult, calls to mind military weapons. Devices that deliver death and destruction. I prefer the catapult of my own deep breathing. It delivers life and relaxation, as many times a day as needed.
This more life-giving image seems appropriate at this time in history. It seems we have too many catapulting machines and tongues out there, and too few deep global, regional or community breaths to bring us back to our senses.
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 23 May 2017
Image found at quora.com
Response to WordPress Daily Prompt: Catapult
I am going to be praying with this poem for our poor world, Elouise. Thank you.
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You’re welcome, Nancy. Yes, ‘our poor world’ and us as its citizens need lots of prayer, deep breathing and courage. Even health is a struggle. But it’s a struggle worth taking on. Thanks so much for your comment.
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We seem really to have lost our senses and a sense of direction.
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Yes indeed. Thanks for your comment. 🙏🏻
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I like the idea of the deep breathing too, as a kid I thought a catapult was for hurling cats….ah the mind of a child….funny now in hindsight ❤
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Well…would you believe when our children were very young, a couple of similar-aged young boys lived across the street from us. Their oldest (a bit older than our oldest) had a nasty nasty habit of doing just what you say, using his own arm and the tail of the poor cat (their own pet, no less!) to hurl it around before letting it go. Not really a catapult, I guess, but a slingshot style. No matter! I told their mom (a good friend), and called the SPCA, I was so outraged. As were, thankfully, my own children who love animals and birds of all sizes and shapes. Horrifying, it was. Though I do understand your childhood definition! 🙂 That part is too funny….
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I’d call the cops…..kids like that grow up to become serial killers in my book….bet he didn’t amount to much, but then perhaps he did? Stranger things have happened. Never catapulted the kitty….hurled her off the bed for attacking my feet perhaps but no injuries except my toes😊🙏🏻☮
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As an adult, I’ve often wondered whether he was already going down the road of a psychopath. I don’t know, but I’ve often wondered. He had a cold, cruel way of behaving toward everyone, including his younger brother. So sad. E.
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We get catapulted into life at the moment of birth, and it goes on, ceaselessly ’til we die
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Thanks for this apt image. Yes, life definitely has that momentum from the very first moment.
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