Tommia's Tablet

Making a Splash by Tommia Wright

Some days you have to make a splash
Do something bold, do something rash
Some days you have to get wet
Do something different, from your ways set
Some days you have to get things done
Do something silly, do something fun.

The best moments are
Wrapped in the senses
Filled with emotion
Deep in the happenstance
So that particular present
Was indeed a present
In what life has become
And a light of can be

In honor of Women’s History Month, Wednesdays will focus on powerful poems by remarkable women.

“Alone” by Maya Angelou.

Swirling Glass – Seattle Art Museum – by Tommia Wright

Forgot I used to write this thing called ‘fiction.’ This is a snippet from “Escorting in Twilight.” One of these years I just might finish this one.

Alle Yomin stirred the dried herbs into the transparent mix now centered between the young group seated by the fireplace. The red seedlings and black stems swirled from the top to the bottom of the clear vessel, pulling the steam back down.

The elder saw his son’s eyes widen, the fighter’s eyes narrowed, and a coy smile cross the healer’s face. Alle chucked to himself, surprised, yet not surprised that this lesson wasn’t covered at the Learning Hall.

“Why the confusion,” he asked as he ladled a cupful for each of them. “You’re in your tenth terms, are you not?”

Desmon Nobel shook his head, the crease in his forehead deepening. “The properties of the seedlings should have turned it all red.”

Alle’s son disagreed. “The capsicum’s cancelled out by the regolizia.”

“Fascinating,” Alle said. “What else, Allen?” He knew his son knew more than what he was saying. What amused the elder, however, was that the young woman between them knew it, too.

Jalem Vitalma’s smile grew after she sipped the beverage. “Professor Kjenson would be so disappointed with you two right now. Mr Yomin, I can understand how the herbs changed the miel juice. I don’t understand where the steam emerged from let alone vanished into. Miel, regolizia and capsicum don’t…” She stopped, eyes fixed on the vessel.

Alle leaned back and drew a scroll from the air, using it like a wand to make a point. “Seemingly harmless items brought together and affected by the surrounding elements, heated to boil, not reduce into a crucible. It all depends on the turns taken, on the bonds made. Nothing more and nothing less.” With that, he unrolled the parchment and proceeded to continue the mystery.

Live life in search of what is fascinating
Long live logic and friends
And remember, logic is the beginning of wisdom, not the end.
Prosper by giving, see what is gained.

Seconds slip and hours hover
Days dissolve and weeks wither.
How do we travel in this space this time?
Take a road on the left or create our own line?
525,600 minutes this year, with 85,000 gone
Are they spent wisely, with those you get along?
Have you dared to reach for something new beyond your reach?
Have you taken time to learn, a time to help, not preach?
Take a road on the left or create your own line
How you choose to make your way
For you, it has to be fine.