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Creative Process
Stark Emptiness
The sensitivity to numbness, the distrust of trust, drug-induced euphoria. Reason clashes with Emotion What is true? What is illusion? What I see and hear, or what I feel? A shift in perception creates conceptual clarity. white noise in the mind gives equanimity. I see you in a different light. each layer being … Continue reading Stark Emptiness
The Troublesome Princess
Princess Amanda flew into a rage, and started hurling objects at the Prince. He stood there, shocked and flabbergasted, as she accused him of things he had never dreamt of doing. Two months later, the newly-wed couple had separated, as Prince Steve could not handle her bouts of rage. How she wished she found somebody … Continue reading The Troublesome Princess
Baffled
“What is it that baffles you in the picture?” “The smug, insouciant expressions show that guns do not always instil fear.” “Only time travellers can see different shades of existence, be it me or him.” Three Line Tales celebrates 100 weeks
Bipolar
A life in the netherworld of the sky suspended between states of existence dreams celebrate me
Misfired
The lights were dim, and the voice soothing. “You are in a safe, peaceful and calm place. Let my words wash over you. What do you see?” “Cubes in translucent colors … similar to the Rubik cube. I can move it to get different numbers.” “Move it. What do you see now?” “Two…. Seven … … Continue reading Misfired
Circles and Curves
“Seventeen Smith died today. I’m not sure if I should mourn or celebrate. His life was so full of ups and downs.” “Just celebrate. Life in linear motion is such an unrealistic picture. Non-linear motion allows one to turn back, go round the bend and emerge fresh and ready for another game. The circles and … Continue reading Circles and Curves
I dare to bloom
I dare to bloom in uncertainty. I know not if the thorns will protect or devor. I know not if the dew will dry or cover. I know not if the eyes that watch will sting or savor. I know I have a life I dare to bloom, challenge myths of … Continue reading I dare to bloom
29 December 2017
Our Mantra
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PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz
The following is an edited version of a poem I wrote in the 90’s while battling severe depression and anorexia nervosa which is about control. I thought I was in control but, almost too late, realized the demon was controlling me. To sort through my confusion I wrote poetry as a means of journaling. Happily, this is no longer my reality, but at the time…
Genre: Adverse Verse
Word Count: 100
VICIOUS CYCLE
Knotted cords surround my thoughts
Like twine that binds a package;
Profusion of convolution, confusion
No solution
Seeking resolution, absolution.
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Leftover Moments
"We have run out of refrigerator space. There are too many leftovers from the Xmas feast." "Give away what is good and can be consumed by others. Discard the inedible. Keep what you love and treasure, to be relished later." "Hmmm …let us do the same with our thoughts, emotions and memorable moments." "Yes… Cleanse, … Continue reading Leftover Moments
