let me go astray wild imagination fuelling instincts let me go astray unbound and unfettered to find anchors wild imagination takes me everywhere outside myself fuelling instincts illuminates the pathways back towards the core Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille - Troiku
every morning brings a small slice of life asking for a commitment to challenge your whole being to justify existence Weekly Tanka Prompt Challenge #72
People joining me in life's turbulence became family in spirit Grateful! Colleen's Weekly Poetry Challenge
“Alzheimers?” “No. Can you guess my age?” The speech was unexpected clear, and the manner was sharp. The boy was all of fourteen years, suffering from progeria. I did not know, if I could call him young or old. Realization struck, that we have a lot to be grateful for in life. (275 characters) … Continue reading Grateful for my age
Will I? Won’t I? Will they? Won’t they? My battle with beliefs continues as they struggle to find place in my psyche. It is a battle of wills, a battle of control, a power game played to the hilt. I know I have to live with a few, but I exercise my choice of replacing … Continue reading Beliefs
I am on a wheelchair. I see my hand shaking with Parkinson’s, and thank my stars for escaping Alzheimer’s. Escapes have been a large part of my creative outpourings. I loved the idea of finding other worlds, and the children lapped it up with glee. My stories moved from fantasy tales for kids, to the … Continue reading Escapades
Where is our root?
On shifting fashions,
like that house built on sand,
awaiting the tumolt
and inevitable ruin?
Or on authentic sense,
that citadel founded on rock,
indifferent to buffeting winds
and punishing waters?
autumn rain
a swollen brook eroding
a well-worn rock
Mish hosts dVerse Poets Pub’s Quadrille #45–rock tonight!
Once upon a time ideas and strength rocked the world I watch the swag and fleeting glory of rock stars today with mild amusement sprinkled with a little disdain. Concepts change values outlive themselves the world’s a stage where hollowness is having its day. (44 words) Quadrille #45
over and above all the broken surfaces just glued together is heavy shine trying to conceal underlying cracks ignored foolishly left unattended, when raw hurt lies within look deep when you ache reverberations of pain speak of differences Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #176
“Selling artefacts from India will give a high profit margin. The business projections are positive.” “It is a new product line. The key lies in creating an interest in India.” “Sumati Roy is an Indian award-winning writer, who stays downtown. Check with her if she is willing to be a brand ambassador for your project.” … Continue reading A ‘Personal’ Business
