ominous voicewith penetrating visionnobody wantsto see or hear me symbol of wisdomin certain cultureslabelled as an idiotby those who fear me tearing through darknessstories penetrate my coreprocessing inputsI speak, but once in a whiletruth scares - bad omen am I Tanka Tuesday Weekly Prompt https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z3APDjieGtk&t=37s
Stamped ….by Melissa Lemay
Stamped, sealed
Placed in desk drawer
Not looked for
Silence
Acquisitions
Discarded
Generations
Written for Reena’s Xploration Challenge.
Will this work?holding setting sunstill they melt-inheritfading light to permeatemy dark existence I see starsstretch non-existentarms towardsmy dwindlingform - to include me in theirborrowed lights night club membershipswill not work for meif they suckout all thatI've held on to justifymy sunless courtyards Liquid Sun!Take me with you towhicheverland you goyour inseparable partnot mere reflection What … Continue reading Fading Lights
She had been waiting for this day for months. The day when the results of the national writing contest would be announced. She had poured her heart and soul into her story, hoping to impress the judges and win the grand prize: a trip to Paris and a chance to meet her favorite author. She … Continue reading Lost opportunity
Observing mental health issues brings a different kind of awareness to me. Is it only about chemical reactions in the brain? It seems to me that it is more about boundary lines – boundaries we grew up in, boundaries in which our thought processes were dumped in and locked up. Someone decides to transgress the … Continue reading May – Mental Health Awareness Month
The Envelope …. by Aboli Mane
The study was off-limits for Dolly. The pigtailed troublemaker had an inquisitive nature, fuelled by her natural curiosity. The most recent object of her curiosity, was the vintage sealed envelope on her father’s study table.
The crimson waxed seal was tempting at best. Dolly’s imagination soared at the possibility. However, she knew she could not act alone. Father always kept the study locked. And try as she might, she could never figure where he hid the keys. Her feet took her to her brother’s room. Bhaiya lay under the whirring fan, stretched out on the floor with a sports magazine. It was rare to find him at home in the afternoons.
“Bhaiya.” Dolly bounced impatiently on her feet as she approached the middle brother. “I want to know what’s in that envelope on Papa’s study table.” Bhaiya looked up from the sports magazine he was perusing. His face flickered with…
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We are at the crossroads – wonderingas the clock ticks non-stopWill the plane touch the stars?Will the lighthouse guide the ship? A poet wakes up to write his pieceA flag is hoisted on the moonPyramids of power collapseFire-tipped arrows face guns We are the crossroads – wonderingAs the clock ticks non-stopWill we be there till … Continue reading Collapse time
believe in peace, not compromiseanything less feels like a deathone dies so many times to livefor what's called larger interest power equations fall or risebelieve in peace, not compromiseI need my space in this world tooI'll get it without harming you why does the challenge feel so hugeaccept I am I, you are youbelieve in … Continue reading Peace, not compromise
Heaven (Sealed and Delivered) ….by Michelle Navajas
Heaven (Sealed and Delivered)
I.
heaven,
they say is peace
tonight your kiss;
i tasted, and i thought
what would i need to do
to keep your kiss forever?
II.
heaven
they say is joy
tonight your embrace;
i felt, and i wondered
how much longer
can i hold you in my arms?
III.
heaven
they say is utopia
tonight your love;
i welcomed, and i pondered
how much would it cost
to have your love always?
IV.
tonight
i write this letter
to you my love;
sealed, and i marveled
will heaven hear my plea
to have you ’till eternity?
For Reena’s
Explosions …
By Artie & Stu
Meteorites smash into the moon.
On June 18th 1178 perhaps
observed by Gervase of Canterbury and four fellow monks
four hundred forty years before Galileo’s telescope.
Or they would have known the truth.
Or on March 19, 2013 captured by NASA,
while a bus crashed in Maharashta, tornadoes touched down in Oklahoma, mudslides wracked Rio de Janeiro.
Or February 23, 2023 captured
by Daichi Fujii, curator of the Hiratsuka City Museum
with cameras almost unimaginable in 1609.
And yet 2800kg of meteorite smashes daily
a hippopotamus exploding daily, sounds loony
although that’s why there are no hippos on the moon.
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