CONQUERING FREEDOM, ET CETERA – VISUAL VERSE

This month’s Visual Verse photo prompt was not only challenging but also spoke to me on a very personal level. The only way I could respond to it was by drawing on my experience as someone who had taken part in peaceful protests in Serbia in response to electoral fraud in the winter of 1996/97. It was cold and times were tough so it came as no surprise that many people connected. Apart from subversive badges, demonstrators who didn’t have a partner back then were often wearing badges saying: Looking for a boy-/girlfriend, So green but haven’t been picked/sprayed yet (with a picture of a green apple on it) and so on. There was a guy who got pretty popular at the time because of the banner he was carrying: Just hang in there a little longer. I’m about to find a girlfriend.

Having all this in mind, I’m more than excited that my poem found a home here.

Tell the story challenge

Damn those challenges! Though I’m always pressed for time, I can’t resist a good one, especially when it’s visual. I was challenged by lovely Kim whose blog I Tripped Over a Stone, which, among other things, helps us understand her everyday struggle with fibromyalgia, is a must. Along the way, you’ll get to know a charismatic person, a fighter, a lifelong learner and a great writer, who, if you’re lucky like myself, you will be honored to call a friend.

 

Here you go, my dear. Hope you’ll like it.

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SWORDFISH

Before the light faded behind western
hills, Mama told me of ferocious
animals that hunt for a living, much worse
than earthly dragons and water demons
some swear on their lives to have seen

she said i’d meet fierce-looking
monsters in not so legendary a form
hiding in the darkest corners with
their corked mouths and balls of fire
snarling and snapping at me

when you see them, imagine wearing
a deep blue hood the color of ripe plums
over your head as deadly as a long
sword-like extension of your upper jaw
to frighten the demons away


 

I challenge three ladies who I think the world of, both as human beings and writers:

Basilike (Silent Hour)

Angela (Heart Breathings)

Susan (Stories From the Edge of Blindness)

 

My photo prompt for the challenge:

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The genre is entirely up to you. To quote Kim, there’s no time restraints on this. Do it if you can, I’ll wait, no problem!

JOURNAL OF A MOM – LEARNING TO FLY

It’s 7 AM and my son B. is wide awake. Without further ado, he’ll run to the door, press the door handle down, and dash down the hall and into the kitchen, impatiently hopping from one foot to the other saying yum yum. I’m still in bed; the boys can do without me…Obviously not today. Remember the time when I was waking B. up when he felt like sleeping in? Well, it’s the other way round now. My boy’s almost grown up and a good learner, his methods being not so subtle, though. He’s starving for my attention as I am for some extra sleep and will do everything in his power to drag me out of bed: jump all over me, sit on my face, kick and slap me, pull the sheets off the corner of the mattress, take my blanket, and sound as miserable as can be. I’ve been ignoring him for too long. You’re going to pay for this, little weasel! I put his hands over his head and hold them so he can’t move. I bite, pinch, kiss and hug him violently, which he hates when he’s not in the mood. He starts yelping and whimpering. It’s time to hug some. And hide under the blanket, shouting laaaaa, lu, lu, lu, qu-e, d-g, d-g, du da and aya, aya. And tickle. And giggle…and do butt jumps.

We’re up and heading to the kitchen. ‘Breakfast’s almost ready. B, can you pass daddy the bottle? …Thank you. Way to go, honey! Now the nipple…’ B. sees his fruit smoothie is not there yet and kicks the sink in frustration. ‘No! No!’ He hurls himself to the ground, screaming and rolling furiously on the floor. ‘B, take it easy. You’ll have it shortly.’ ‘No, no, no!!!!’ The collar is screwed onto the bottle, securing the nipple in place. ‘Here you are.’ He’ll grab the bottle hastily, open his mouth real wide, and, holding it with both hands, gulp his morning drink down in the blink of an eye. The tummy’s full and he’s smiling again.

My advice to people when meeting my almost two and a half year old son is to be careful what they do or say to him since he can go from wow’s and yay’s to ‘heated arguments’ (no no, no, no, no!) quicker than you can count from 1 to 3, let alone 4. To say that he becomes sad or upset if he can’t get something done right away would be an understatement of epic proportions. Desperation, more like it. Can’t open something? Despair. Can’t close something? Despair. Any other difficulty? Despair. However, kids are spot-on so eating or staring at TV or going into silent mode to avoid confrontation is not their way of dealing with a problem. Regardless of their reactions, they learn from their mistakes, unlike adults, and rarely give up. You have to appreciate their roll-up-your-sleeves attitude, whatever the outcome. Rest assured they’ll go back to what made them angry in the first place sooner or later. You may end up with a few gray hairs along the way, but hey…whatever makes them happy.

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It has been a challenge to keep B. busy and get him interested. Luckily, he has recently started playing with his toys (it was about time!) and, most importantly, alone so I don’t have to follow his every step like before. Despite this, once he gets bored, which is pretty much every 2 minutes, he wants to be in the spotlight again. He’s a natural showman and is never nervous or timid when on stage. Give him a thumbs up, and an approving smile, and he’ll be more than thrilled he did great.

B. enjoys going for a walk. Even if it means strolling around the apartment, he’d grab your hand so as to go places at least 1000 times per day. If I’m busy doing something, he’ll pull on my pants. If I dare to ignore him or not pick him up when he wants me to, he’ll resort to pushing my buttons, playing with a sugar/coffee jar and throwing things around.

He likes to empty crayon containers and toy boxes onto the carpet, and get on top of the desk, throwing down everything he finds there. Lately, I’ve been on a quest to find new ways to keep him busy. Straws and an empty water bottle is one of them. I give him a cup full of colorful straws and a bottle and he knows what to do. His little fingers take the straws and drop them through the mouth of the bottle, his tongue sticking out. Every now and then, he’ll stop doing what he’s doing to suck the bottle or put the straws in his mouth and chew. The bottle is full, but how on earth are we supposed to empty it now?! Concentrating…frowning…moaning…counting to 10. 1, 1.5…Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!! Frustration sets it again. I help him pour the straws out so that we can load them in again. It’s fun. In spite of losing it a few times, this may keep him happily engaged for a near record-breaking 5 minutes.

Playing with real cooking spoons, pots and plastic bowls is priceless. Just give him the real thing and he’ll keep quiet for as long as you want him to. Lastly, scooping and pouring small items, preferably beads or buttons, is yet another game he takes great pleasure in. But, since mom is worried he might put them in his mouth, she’d set out a bowl or tray of macaroni, and show him how to scoop, transfer, and pour them into another bowl. He’ll eventually pick up the container and turn out the contents on the floor so I’ll be the one to count to 10. Smiling and counting.