Manifest

Life is difficult.

Well of course it is.  Easy is monotonous.  Uncomplicated is boring.

What is possible must first be imagined.

Am I looking for the Land of Milk and Honey?  Am I waiting for my Ship to Come In?  Do I yearn for Promised Lands?  Do I search for the Pots of Gold at the Ends of Rainbows?

Do I ask to be One of The Chosen Few?

No.  I do not.

Weep at the world.

I am too busy.

Sharpening my oyster knife, so to speak.

Calling to the ocean, sailing on its moontides, seeking kinship on its shore.  Culling only what still contains life, nourishment.

Cutting through the shiny exterior.  Prying open the closed doors.

To see.  What has been kept from me.

Secret, hidden, suppressed, denied.

A pearl or a grain of sand?

You can’t have one without the other.

Jade at dVerse has provided a quote from Zora Neale Hurston from “How Does it Feel to be Colored Me” in World Tomorrow for this week’s prosery: No, I do not weep at the world – I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife.

Indeed she was.

15 thoughts on “Manifest

  1. I enjoyed your questions and their responses, Kerfe. I think this might be the only way to arrive at something like peace of mind. I like the way you split the prompt line up too!

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  2. Beautiful artwork! Seeing the oyster light up at the end was exquisite and meshes with the last part of your prosery.

    “To see. What has been kept from me.” ❤ ❤ ❤

    I also like how you broke up the line.

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      1. You made it work, you mean. It’s not obvious. I’ve never understood the point of this prompt. You’ve made a good creative piece despite the quote, not because of it. I rest my case.

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  3. “A pearl or a grain of sand? You can’t have one without the other.” Sigh … deeply deeply wise and beautiful writing, Kerfe! 💝💝

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