Fact to Fiction: The Storyteller

Fact to Fiction: The Storyteller

If I must explain the robbery of my peace of mind,
I’ll plaster on a smile and see if I can find
languor of mind to do so in a manner so compelling
that you’ll never feel the horror I experience in its telling.

The unity we come to as I come to a conclusion
is a little fantasy created by the fusion
of truth and storytelling, for I never fail
to weave a pretty story out of a horrid tale.

Prompt words today are explain, robbery, unity, conclusion  languor and plaster.

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About lifelessons

My blog, which started out to be about overcoming grief, quickly grew into a blog about celebrating life. I post daily: poems, photographs, essays or stories. I've lived in countries all around the globe but have finally come to rest in Mexico, where I've lived since 2001. My books may be found on Amazon in Kindle and print format, my art in local Ajijic galleries. Hope to see you at my blog.

11 thoughts on “Fact to Fiction: The Storyteller

  1. Marilyn Armstrong

    I spent the morning watching the birds and thinking feathery thoughts. If my thoughts wander beyond this point, it gets very … unpleasant. So I think about feathery creatures who can fall out of the tree and take wing as they fall and wonder how I would feel if I could take wing.

    I’m pretty sure I saw you poem from yesterday — or maybe from the day before (it’s hard keeping the days lined up properly) — as part of the introduction to Colbert. Or maybe it just sounded a lot like yours. I do know I sat up abruptly and said: “Garry, that’s JUDY’S poem…” Could that be possible?


    1. okcForgottenMan

      That is indeed me reading in photo 3. I laughed out loud when I first scrolled through this post – didn’t know I’d be featured. (Also, I only just now notice that Lil Duck is paying rapt attention to me from his chair arm in the photo.) That was the inaugural reading at a then new coffeehouse in San Juan Cosala, and my only public (Gulp!) reading ever.

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    2. lifelessons Post author

      Lisa, this is a reading series I ran for two years in a coffee house in San Juan Cosala, my home town. It was a great series and well-attended for the two years until the coffee house shut down. It was called The Squeaky Wheel Reading because there was a painting of a huge wheel on the side of the gallery/coffee house where it took place. The owners were artist/musician/writer friends of mine and I started the series as a way to support their new business, hoping it would bring in customers from Ajijic, a larger town nearby. It served its purpose and gave us all a wonderful venue in which to read.

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