GloPoWriMo/NaPoWriMo Day 3: The Milk Glass In The Sky
Today’s prompt is to write something that involves a story or action that unfolds over an appreciable length of time. Perhaps, as you do, you can focus on imagery, or sound, or emotional content (or all three!). This is a tanka prose on reflection about human rigidity due to plans vs. freedom to explore and have fun.
The sky brought a glass of milk full to the brim. I was about to drink
but winter decided otherwise. She spilled the milk all over the surfaces,
deciding that it was time to make ice cream for everyone who cared.
It took a season for the right recipe. She began in November.
It wasn’t Christmas and I had rather look at the milk playing seek
and hide with the clouds. She wouldn’t listen. Who was I to deny her
the fun of slush and splash? Her ice cream making spree extended to
heights, topping mountains and trees with ice crystals. Whoever was
in the mood to play, slurped the flakes and giggled with hands.
After months, I swore to the milk glass in the sky.
The longings in life
are buried inside our fears
until we dare play
in the liberty of moon
to be wherever sky is
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