“The view is hazy. Does the sky always look like this after a nuclear test?” “Remove the grain from the picture, and add a new one. What goes out in the media should be palatable.” “Aahh, the media… they don’t understand science.” “How can they? Nobody has done it so close to a city before.” … Continue reading Hazy Outlook
Autobiographies are passe. We write memoirs, which allow us to unleash selective amnesia. It helps us…. and helps the people associated with our lives. We wish to share to make a point, or document selected facts for posterity, or just indulge in self-obsession. But privacy remains a priority. We don’t want to let it all … Continue reading Stories worth sharing
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work life balance conscious, subconscious splits people apart what pulls one through it all is a horse called will power #Weekly Tanka #Poetry Prompt Challenge - Week 96
life moved between rolling on wheels and flying on mythical wings Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille
bare branches a painting against the blue sky leaves under my feet bare branches in celebration of spring a painting against the blue sky vibrant in colors nature’s renaissance leaves under my feet telling tales of past glory I reinvent wheels Carpe-Diem Weekend Meditation by Chevrefeuille
The storm failed to show up, as people waited with bated breath for the predictions to come true. “No one can tell these days, neither the weather office nor astrologers. Weather moves at its own pace…”muttered people with heavy breath, as they prepared to show up at work. A holiday had been declared by local … Continue reading Awaiting the storm
He failed again … and she rejoiced. She gyrated on one foot in a celebratory jig, and froze in shock. Her nemesis was standing right behind her. “So you thought I’d given up?” “You don’t stand to gain by doing that.” “Well, I must give you credit for that. You have developed a great perception … Continue reading Victory
I count time to face Death once again look at it in the eye silently with unseen strength I’m not doomed I muddled through life uncoached unprepared but I will own Death with sharp precision there it comes with hope of resurrection and redemption (44 words) Quadrille #56 at MLMM
I am yours, said God I stared unbelievingly the apparitions challenging my personal truths were allowed to let go Colleen's Weekly Tanka #Tuesday Poetry Prompt Challenge In other words, unbelievable at Patricia's Place
