In the spice bazaar
temptations aromatic
waft through air
heavy with longing
I reach out my hand
***
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 21 November 2016
Photo credit: DAFraser, January 2012 at a spice bazaar in Aswan, Egypt
Response to WordPress Daily Prompt: Aromatic
Ostentatious Leaders
preen before Desperate Adoring Citizens
clothing each other in superlatives
one flimsy piece at a time.
Has it become impolitic to tell the truth?
Or is it fear?
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 19 November 2016
Response to WordPress Daily Prompt: Ostentatious
Lassitude
percolates
pore by pore
disarms
body spirit
induces
slumber
of denial
***
I know this feeling. The desire to escape into dreamland–literally and figuratively. I thought I’d tamed this beast. I have my short list of things to do today. They’re small, I admit it. Yet they’re forward-looking and constructive. Not in the world’s eyes, but for me personally.
Still, I find myself fighting it again. Putting things off until later. Pretending my days aren’t numbered, or that my contributions don’t matter. Allowing this way of thinking to seep into every pore of my body and spirit. . . . . . . . . .a life-numbing, bitter, death-dealing brew.
This is my wake-up call.
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 17 November 2016
Response to WordPress Daily Prompt: Percolate
Telling the Truth 