Tag Archives: peace

“The Beauty of a Big-Boned Woman”

Posted on March 25, 2015 by vb guenther

She is called Mary Elizabeth a name that conjures dainty little ladies with white socks and black patent leather shoes. My Mary Elizabeth is tall a big-boned woman. She has a head shaped like the globe of the world and … Continue reading →

Posted in Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, Poetry, Short Fiction, Short Story | Tagged big-boned woman, eyes, feet, hands, head, mother, mouth, nose, peace, wife | 12 Comments

“Climbing Salvation Mountain On The Balls Of My Feet”

Posted on August 20, 2014 by vb guenther

(Copyright: Joel Robison) . I walk the way with head held high my feet on spheres for treads. Self-confident, my step is sure my fears rendered to shreds. The dark times, though, bring fright to light uncertainty to stride. I … Continue reading →

Posted in Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, Poetry, Short Fiction, Short Story | Tagged climbing, dark times, mountain, orbs, peace, salvation, self-confidence, spheres | 10 Comments

“I Am Aquarius”

Posted on August 12, 2014 by vb guenther

I was born to live by the sea not on smooth sands of condominiums and mansions but on the rough bluffs of fishermen’s cottages and clamdiggers’ shacks. My home is high on a cliff where the scent of inland pine … Continue reading →

Posted in Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, Poetry, Short Fiction, Short Story | Tagged clamdiggers' shacks, fishermen's cottages, inland pine, peace, salt-laden wind, sea, seagoing ancestors, smooth sands | 17 Comments

“Synesthesia”

Posted on May 30, 2013 by vb guenther

(My interpretation of Victoria Slotto’s challenge on dVersePoets to explore “a neurological condition called synesthesia in which the patient confuses sensation. For example, he may taste a fragrance, or hear a flower….”) I smell the anger on the hand that tastes the … Continue reading →

Posted in Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, Poetry, Short Fiction, Short Story | Tagged anger, peace, profanity, synesthesia, the five senses, violence, war | 17 Comments

“He Came in Peace”

Posted on September 27, 2012 by vb guenther

The old man stopped At the gate Of the temple And stared At the modern replacement Of its ancient entryway. Ivy disguised The pillars built Not of hardwood trees But of multi-colored Industrial brick. The harsh white light Of halogen lamps … Continue reading →

Posted in Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, Poetry, Short Fiction, Short Story | Tagged despair, old man, peace, prayer, temple | 40 Comments

“Survivors”

Posted on August 16, 2012 by vb guenther

I was a teenaged boy When I placed The strange skull In the crook of the tree. It was an unblemished specimen Stripped clean by nature Its bone and horn Survivors of the elements. I envisioned my prize Above my … Continue reading →

Posted in Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, Poetry, Short Fiction, Short Story | Tagged battered, bone, childhood memories, horn, infrastructure, peace, skull, teenaged, tree, war | 44 Comments

“The Monastery”

Posted on July 14, 2012 by vb guenther

Strolling cool walkways Adorned with nature’s jewels I discover peace. (Inspired by “Paint the Picture”, June 9, 2012.)

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