Digging for Roots: Rooted mirror

Weekly Writing Challenge

The man in the mirror

was looking out for himself.

The man he looked back at,

Was searching for his soul.

Rooted in reality,

Rooted in history.

Separated by geography.

Land masses across.

Would he have to wait for another continental drift?

—Linus Fernandes.

English: Up-rooted tree

English: Up-rooted tree (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


Four Men

Four Men

It chanced upon a winter’s night,
Safe sheltered from the weather,
The board was spread for only one,
yet four men dined together.
There sat the man I meant to be
In glory spurred and booted.
And close beside him to the right
The Man I am reputed.
The Man I thought myself to be
His seat was occupying,
Hard by the man I really am
who to hold his own was trying.
And all beneath one roof we met,
yet none called his fellow brother,
No sign of recognition passed….
They knew not one another.



Calling Uncle Bob: Unfix easy

Have you ever faced a difficult situation when you had to choose between sorting it out yourself, or asking someone else for an easy fix? What did you choose — and would you make the same choice today?

We all want the easy fix.

We all say, 

“Why don’t you just make it go away?

Just wave your magic wand,

And all will be fine, as it was.

Bring back my perfect world.”

But nothing comes easy,

We merely remember it so.

And it just seems harder,

In the now and here.

So choose wisely.

“Band-aid, tape or regular exercise?”

—Linus Fernandes

The Daily Post.