impromptu verses intimidate on canvas how do I capture ethereal emotions in volatile colors? In other words, impromptu at Patricia's Place
Indefinable
Return
The normally sober Konica picked up a rock on impulse and flung it in the water. “Lady, you are not allowed to do that here.” Interrupted the guide. She was keenly watching the bubbles that arose on the spot. “Don’t you see blood there?” “Blood? No. That is a reflection of the evening sky.” “Dive … Continue reading Return
Reclaiming Space
new life hangs in suspension ghosts spring up quietly from graveyards of the mind to reclaim their space Weekly Tanka Prompt #Poetry Challenge - Week 87
Forbidden
Daily advice from Mom - Don’t write on the walls. All I could think about was how I would adorn the walls with my art. So many accidents have taken place at this spot, because the signage becomes a temptation to attempt the forbidden. The irresistible taste of the forbidden fruit… (280 characters) Twittering … Continue reading Forbidden
Awe Struck
beauty surpasses human imagination awe struck by nature Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille Prompt words […] “When I admire the wonders of a sunset or the beauty of the moon, my soul expands in the worship of the creator.” […] (Mahatma Gandhi)
Art
Little NE appeared to be struggling with something on her desk since morning. “What exactly are you trying to do, NE?” “I m lng a nu form of art. The thin cnvs is called ppr, and u gt pnts in few clrs. 1 can pnt lfabets to rite a story, or drw figrs with it. … Continue reading Art
Spring
The snowman had been there all winter, in my neighbor’s backyard. I was not on cordial terms with the Gomeses. Arthur Gomes and I had been colleagues, and I had to quit the job because of his political manipulations. We had moved on in different directions since, but the memories still hurt. Spring arrived but … Continue reading Spring
Surprising winds
surprising winds loud whispers of spring gust uncertainty rules white snow will melt away revealing colors beneath Haikai Challenge #23
I Am Not Fine! Stream of Consciousness Saturday
Fine. What does it really mean to be fine? Can I truly from the depth of my spirit say that I’m fine? Or is it just a superficial response to ‘how are you,’ so that I don’t make anyone feel discomfited by my true response which I suppose would be ‘heck no, I feel all raggedy and angry a lot lately.’
I wouldn’t even know where to start with my venting but here goes ‘ I’m not fine with the fact that my body does not want to age like fine wine.’ I have deep aches and pains from Fibromyalgia that not only causes discomfort but makes me grumpy a lot of times when the pain flares up.
I’m not fine with the fact that at this juncture in life I’m still struggling hard to get my dream of being an accomplished writer and blogger kick-started.
I’m not
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I am fine
treachery rips me asunder loss of trust transforms me But I’m a stronger person and I am fine Shadorma inspired by SoCS
