Sometimes life is the act of balancing between two fragile threads. The difference between fire and frying pan, a rock, and a hard place. Sometimes, life is that breathless balance in between, and the only thing that keeps us up is the tension between two difficult choices.
It is these thoughts that linger in my mind when I study this week’s piece by Milica Jovanovic Syed Mahmud. And I am reminded that all we have is slipping time. So, let’s make the most of it. Respect that terrible balance, and find a way to be the butterflies that float in between.
To Inspire You
If I cut the strings
that hold me, will I be free
or free falling?
Artwork by Milica J. S. Mahmud Haiku by Jeanette Andromeda
About The Artist
Milica was born in Serbia and currently lives in Austria, Vienna. Her work tends to be mixed media. Acrylics, oils, inks and everything else is her playground for creation.
You can find more of Milica’s work by visiting the links below:
https://www.facebook.com/art-ReD-ToUgHt-BluE-mIsUnDeRsTaNdInG-265123416939261/?ref=bookmarks
Created By You
Last week’s prompt, Malignant #HorrorHaikuesday, sparked the following poems created by you:
https://platform.twitter.com/widgets.jsTwin souls across time
— A. F. Stewart (@scribe77) May 22, 2019
intertwined by blood and grave
linked from Birth to Death #HorrorHaikuesday pic.twitter.com/5w2xSKfVCs
https://platform.twitter.com/widgets.jsCount years or count hours;
— Chris Fischer (@SurlyByDefault) May 22, 2019
the necropolis dozes
betwixt sleep and life.
—
Both Blood and Darkness?
Sororal twins seldom share,
yet dwell in one house.#HorrorHaikuesday pic.twitter.com/VMqzTVysfC
