"I have some great gossip to share." "I have no interest. It is about a world I left behind." "But they still talk about you." Three Line Tales #Week 111
Unceasing
Tale Weaver – #163 – Aging
This is not a story, just a collection of micropoems related to aging.
Voice of (In)sanity
“What do you think you can capture in the dark?’” “The deepest and darkest side of human nature….. a thief on the prowl to earn a living, the Tantric who deserted his family, hedonists enjoying nightlife, and tears shed when nobody’s watching them….. the tiny lights look like stars in the picture.” “That sounds deranged.“ … Continue reading Voice of (In)sanity
Romanticism
mysticism of love invites conjecture interpretations day and night blend in pink twilight zones red sun awaits morn dopamine bleeds chemistry seems timeless hormones subside living in bubbles professing eternal love a needle ends it romanticism holds key to survival brings awakening Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille
Spontaneity
spontaneity beats all inculcated caution and experience the deepest parts of our self spring forth to consciousness In other words, spontaneous at Patricia's Place
Super Programmer
the super programmer of the world executed secret projects and wrote the most complex code not decipherable, allowed a guess. Super Power played his game became God Poetics Tuesday by Lillian at dverse
bone and brain
Daydreaming….
If I had a super power
It would be to reverse time
I would rewind every hour
to moments I can devour
that-to me would be sublimeI’d go back to a place
to press the reset button
I’d have no need to retrace
or find memories to erase
if I pressed the reset buttonI dream of this super power
Of loved ones long gone
their presence like scented flowers
where time is just ours
when the sun with strength-shone
©Vivian Zems
Lillian at dVerse wants us to think of superpowers /super heroes in a poem.
Grace under fire
Bussokusekika Poetry – a pattern of 5-7-5-7-7-7 grace under fire suppression of impulses image of control The whirlpools that I stand in with wobbly feet and mind belie projected balance Weekly Tanka Prompt #Poetry Challenge #88 by Elsie Hagley
Generations
freshness being challenged by collective wisdom border line of existence battles life unlined by threads of experience weaves rawness in embroidered perseverance mature mind regrets its gutsy thoughtlessness belie self-imposed suffering stillness time watches amused on the sideline recurring stories of conflict sangfroid contact poking embers unfolding fresh meaning generating respect, … Continue reading Generations
