it is not the scent sweetness of all memories comes from little acts Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Challenge
Memories
Instincts
beware of instincts to judge and criticize people you don't know Inspired by Elsie Hagley's Weekly Prompt Challenge
Quality Check
This looks rotten on one side. Not the best for apple pie for her special people. After all, their grandchildren visited only once in a year. (140 characters) Twittering Tales #51 by Kat Myrman
Day and Night
She was uncontrollable, breaking things around and cutting herself. He had suffered this silently for several nights. Then, peace prevailed, and she was the best companion he ever had. Together, they would create. She wrote poetry, while he painted on a canvas. He arranged for the morning coffee to be served in the courtyard. Soon, … Continue reading Day and Night
The Myth of Equality
exposure on an equal footing inspires equinoxes the world around squirms in big and small boxes fairness is a myth life on earth is toxic equal opportunities are rare say the glorified equinoxes Weekend Writing Prompt by Sammi Cox
POETRY
imagination the whirlwind of ecstasy unearthed to the world TJ's HouseHold Haiku Challenge
IT
it took me to high peaks of performance but it was a business not my own my soul was invested in things unowned reality hits, but late don’t trust it just my own perception blinding me, perspectives distorting real life Triple Tetractys inspired by Mick's Short Form Poetry Challenge
Fear
Autumn is bleak in anticipation of winter I don’t like Fear Saturday Mix at MLMM
Response
All my life, I was the one asking for the room temperature to be raised, while my husband was sweating. The roles have reversed, as hormonal changes hit, and I find myself in a sultry mood, in pleasant ambient temperatures. Ultimately, it is about how our bodies interact and adjust with the external environment, which … Continue reading Response
Civilisation
A lovely piece here …
Amidst the towering rocks and speckled sand, far beyond our village, scattered, dust-clothed debris hunkers, the meaning of each piece a mystery to be puzzled over.
The old ones tell tales that have been passed down through generations. No doubt, with each telling, some details have shrunk, while others have swelled..
They speak of a long-lost existence called civilisation; a way of being that was better than this. They say there are clues in the artefacts that rust and decay in the sun and rain. They say these are scraps of something called machine, which made life easy, and that something called electron made it fun. Furthermore, humankind once had the voices of giants, which could be heard from the place where the sun rises all the way to where it sets. They had wings to fly high up in the sky, even to the stars.
They claim that those…
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