Reader’s Choice Contest Entry: Confusion by Indira Mukhopadhyay

Here’s another entry in Rose Hall’s Reader’s choice award contest.

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We received so many submissions for our recent writing contest (a short piece incorporating a symbol) that we had trouble selecting a winner. Therefore we’re running another contest for those who entered, this time a reader’s choice award. Between June 3- June 15 we will publish all of our favorite qualified entries received and open voting to the public, who will be able to select a reader’s choice winner for this contest. Those who are entered in the contest may encourage their family, friends and readers to vote for them.

Reader’s Choice Voting will be open from June 16th – 22nd. The entry with the most votes will win the contest.

Here is Confusion by Indira Mukhopadhyay

CONFUSION

On my way to morning walk
I met a centipede
walking leisurely in the park
I asked him
“Which foot you move first”
He stopped in his way
Thought but could not decide
I moved on
leaving him…

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#100happydays Day 9

The Constitution only gives people the right to pursue happiness. You have to catch it yourself.

Benjamin Franklin

This is the piec of property we are looking at!

This is the piece of property we are looking at purchasing for the town!

Today I am happy because the Winchendon Enhancement Collaborative on which I serve received the grant needed to fund its business plan! Go team!

Sense Memory

I walk along the water’s edge today

To frame the corners of a frayed day played out in time.

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I taste the treacle of the honeysuckle 

Bloomed too soon and given voice before anything is done.

A gaggle waddles up the banks.

The goslings following chew up the doddle left by know-better elders.

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I hear their trumpet calls, “To action!” ,

“Beware!”, and “Hide yourself away!”

A swift turns, flickers   above my head

And then is gone; Blended blue weds  the rippled mirror.

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I see  echoes that do not last.

Eternity reveals itself in a flutter of wings skimming, leaving momentary forever trails.

The patient roar of an ancient fall

Kisses walls made by men with spray they meant to dam.

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A cinnamon greater than the smell humanity can erase.

The beaver slaps the water’s silence

brings to life my dalliance with the light. Darkness knows.

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I feel the wind wrap His cloak about me

A welcome home to a prodigal son.

And somewhere in my sense memory I recall

There is a God.

I’m Just a Visitor

We must work for the night is coming!

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Billy Graham once told the story of a televangelist who said, You didn’t catch Jesus associating with questionable people or those whose basic ideas and attitudes were at variance with what Jesus knew to be honorable and right!

Really?

When Jesus said to his disciples, But you will receive power when the Holy Spirit comes upon you. And you will be my witnesses, telling people about me everywhere–in Jerusalem, throughout Judea, in Samaria, and to the ends of the earth  (Acts 1:8), which people did the televangelist think Jesus wanted the disciples to witness to?  Only the good ones, who already knew Him?

This all goes back to being in the world, but not of the world.  We are born into this sinful world with a sin-filled nature

Then it happened that as Jesus was reclining at the table in the house, behold, many tax collectors and sinners came…

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#100Happydays Day 5

I am determined to be cheerful and happy in whatever situation I may find myself. For I have learned that the greater part of our misery or unhappiness is determined not by our circumstance but by our disposition.

Martha Washington

Day 5 here on the happiness trail where smiles are found in abundance. Today I am happy that I got to walk the Gardner track this weekend. It may have been between the raindrops but it was the exercise that mattered! And honestly the clouds were so beautiful, who could not be glad walking under them?

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