Nature divided the world into continents. There are oceans, forests and deserts that separate regions and inhabitants from one another. It’s no wonder we created communities, then kingdoms and nations and the so-called United Nations. No wonder that many of them are at war with each other due to insecurity or a desire for more. … Continue reading International Peace and Love Day
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The paradox that’s a woman …. By Sadje
We have a collage to fire your imagination this week.
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She is often called the weaker sex
Weak?
She is stronger than how she looks
And she’s tougher than the macho man
Delicate and beautiful to look at certainly
But nerves of steel sheathed in silk, is she
Lifting heavy weights of all entrusted to her
Seldom you will hear her complaining
She bears her responsibility with aplomb
And leaves you admiring the paradox
That is woman- both delicate and strong
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In response to; RXC #287, hosted by Reena
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Strength ….by Diana Coombes
Inspiration from https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2023/07/06/reenas-xploration-challenge-287/
A woman, who is okay about being alone, is a powerful woman.
She didn’t need anyone in her life right now, that was for sure. Her divorce; messy was putting it lightly. It wasn’t all Tom’s fault, but then it wasn’t hers either. Something had happened between her having Theresa, and growing apart. She told herself it didn’t matter if she were at home, looking after her child, while he was at work.
Losing part of herself, and it became clearer when her only child went to school. Before marriage, she worked as a manager in a computer firm. In charge of many, happy with her work.
Afterwards, being a housewife wasn’t for her.
Alone, like the tallest mountain peak, but there was a beauty in the ice. If you looked close enough, it had its own life. Breathing in, out, in a steady unison of power…
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The history of flights taken by my owner is testimony to my contribution. I lament my irrelevance floating in the air, or grounded – close enough to be gobbled up by a curious kitten or puppy. Did the bird support me, or I supported her? Whistling winds and blue skies cast an inviting glance, but … Continue reading Wish
I ruined my life into a story …… by Rockstar Girl
I may have ruined my life and maybe that was my fault of how it was meant to be but no one caught the glass of every memory that fell over my head and instead of shedding the petals of me into thorns like life had promised me I was pieced of my heart that fell into the glass of me instead where I was comfortable being alone because I had the chance to embrace the private moments without anyone looking over my shoulder and suffocating me for answers to what I had written on the page like the distance was not enough to satisfy the crowd
Where everyone only came to me because of the words they could copy off my notes even though it was not the right answers but some never cared if they were wrong but still wanted to pick up the pen and write what…
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On Fleek —- by Susi Bocks
Inspired by Reena’s Xploration Challenge #287 & Moonwashed Weekly Prompt – Masterpiece
in tune with my essence
honing my skills
protecting my boundaries
daring to be myself
i blossom
i am a masterpiece
Faith- Nature-Art-Solitude …. by Susan St. Pierre
We have a collage to fire your imagination this week.
Where might certain power be?
It’s retained in what we feel and see.
Faith can be noticed, as well as, felt.
‘Good living’ promotes our society’s health.
Nature provides both wonder and awe,
As all living creatures are bound by her law.
Art, an expression born of a spiritual mind,
Eclectic endeavors promote growth ‘in kind’.
But solitude reminds each person unique,
Introspection’s prized function to find all we seek.
Her cross to bear ….
By Jim Adams
We all have our crosses to bear, problems that cause trouble or worry which may continue over a long period of time. Some of the things that go bump in the night turn out to be real and she experienced creatures lurking in the shadows, monsters hiding underneath her bed and living in her closet and she was always too frightened to go into the basement. She knows that people think she is crazy, but most of her life has been like a being on a tour through Dante’s nine circles of hell. What is “normal,” anyway? Are any of us normal? Aren’t we all a little crazy in one way or another? Maybe a line needs to be draw somewhere, so it is never crossed. What caused this transformation in her life, where did she go wrong?
Her uncle groped her when she was nine and the kids in the…
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Welcome back! PROMPT #287 We have a collage to fire your imagination this week. There is no restriction on format of the piece. There is no last date either, unless you wish to be featured in the Weekly Wrap. Any post that is found to be offensive, vulgar or something that hurts common sensibilities will … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #287
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