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The Treasures We Seek

John is a poet and short fiction writer who enjoys collaborating on stories with other writers, and partaking in challenges.

Word Prompt: Treasure

"Treasure" is the word prompt challenge for the week in Word Prompts Help Creativity ~ Week 47 by Brenda Arledge. I always look forward to these prompts, and even though some words inspire me more than others, I usually manage to come up with something in response. I found this week's word to be very appealing to the fiction writer in me.

I actually drafted more poems using the theme "treasure" than I included here, but I wasn't completely happy with a couple of others, and the story "The Treasure of Calibishi" started off as a poem but just didn't seem suited to a poetry format. Then I intended to make it a flash fiction story, but that wasn't to be either.

I followed all life's pleasures wherever they would lead, but someone I can treasure is all I really need.

— Neil Diamond

Image by anncapictures from Pixabay

Image by anncapictures from Pixabay

The Treasures We Seek ~ An Acrostic Poem

The treasures we seek are hard to obtain

Requiring patience and guile.

Eagerness can often misdirect

Averting you from your true goal.

Stay on the path you know to be true

Unless obstacles block your way.

Remember good comes to those who wait,

Even if it is another day.

Treasure is stored in the ruined places. Do not break the hearts of the poor and heartbroken people.

— Rumi

Alberta, Canada: Image by James Wheeler from Pixabay

Alberta, Canada: Image by James Wheeler from Pixabay

Life Is a Treasure

Treasures abound,

they are all around,

but some are too blind

to see.

Open your eyes

under clear blue skies,

and observe the world

anew.

Wonders are there,

you are right to stare

at mountains and streams,

and trees.

Please don’t be fazed

to show you’re amazed.

The Earth is your home,

that’s true.

All God’s creatures,

natural features,

are like the jewels in

a crown.


Immerse yourself,

don’t sit on the shelf

missing the beauty

outside.

Beyond measure,

life is a treasure.

It is ours to share-

live it!

The world, indeed, is like a dream and the treasures of the world are an alluring mirage! Like the apparent distances in a picture, things have no reality in themselves, but they are like heat haze.

— Gautama Buddha

A Little Bit of Fiction

I intended to write a piece of flash fiction to include in this article, as I have done with some previous word prompt responses. When I started to write this story, however, my muse had other ideas and it just was not going to be constrained.

I am happy that the idea for this story came to me from the "treasure" prompt, and how it is progressing, however, it will now be a short story rather than flash fiction, and I am not sure how long it will take me to complete. All I am sure of is that it would be too long to include in this article and will not be finished in time. For that reason, I have just included a teaser or excerpt, and I will share the entire story when I have finished it.

Image by Three-shots from Pixabay

Image by Three-shots from Pixabay

The Treasure of Calibishie (an excerpt)

Smoke rose from between my fingers, and I suppressed a cry of pain, as the golden doubloon smouldered and burnt into my closed palm.

.......

Looking back, it all seemed like a dream or a scene out of a pirate movie. Treasure Island was one of my favourite stories as a child and I imagined myself as the young cabin boy Jim Hawkins, but that was just an adventure novel, and this was real-life.

How did a mild-mannered accounting student come to be standing in a cave and in possession of a veritable King’s ransom in treasure? I still have trouble answering that myself, and coming to terms with it being cursed is even harder.

I guess the obvious place to start is at the very beginning…

I arrived at the Douglas-Charles airport on the northeastern side of the island of Dominica. This was a much-anticipated vacation and as soon as I alighted at this tropical island retreat I was sure I'd made the right decision. After collecting my luggage I boarded a shuttle bus to the seacliff cottage I had booked in the quiet fishing village of Calibishie.

The shuttle wound its way through the rainforest and past a mosaic of steep coastal cliffs. Multiple small waterfalls could be seen spilling over the slopes and crashing directly into the sea, and beautiful palm-fringed beaches completed the idyllic scene. If there was really a paradise on Earth, this would be it.


... to be continued ...

In the end, The treasure of life is missed by those who hold on and gained by those who let go.

— Lao Tzu

© 2022 John Hansen

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