Streams of consciousness come from all quarters,
Hurrying to create a sense of balance,
To find peace in some blessed gathering place.
Our origins are underground, but
We tumble down waterfalls,
Stretch and roll along shores both verdant and blasted,
Before resting in an ocean
That may need to cover the entire world before the end times.
There are red streams as well,
Angry and hateful, slow-moving
Leaden sludge poisons the waters,
Muddying how best to ensure the sun’s light
Shines through and purifies.
How many voices,
How many ribbons of art and music and dance will it take
To dilute the hatred, heal the damage, and bring us all home?
All we’ve got is this instinct to rise up and begin
The dance, the image, the dream
To fill the air with harmony,
To clear the sky and let the sun shine through.
Let it begin with me.
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2022)
The challenge? Write a story in 6 sentences, no more & no less, and if you’d like, share your creation or just visit and comment on others’ ideas, with GirlieOnTheEdge, Denise. The prompt is “HARMONY”, and here’s where you join the party: Six Sentence Stories