Author: Reena Saxena

In an acre of land, green, red

Paint spread like a peaceful plot

And colours everywhere to head

In an acre of land, green, red

Such beauty to admire and tread

To appreciate what we have got

In an acre of land, green, red

Paint spread like a peaceful plot*

(c) ladyleemanila 2023

*A Triolet is a poetic form consisting of only 8 lines. Within a Triolet, the 1st, 4th, and 7th lines repeat, and the 2nd and 8th lines do as well. The rhyme scheme is simple: ABaAabAB, capital letters representing the repeated lines.

For: https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2023/01/05/reenas-xploration-challenge-262/

Reena’s Xploration Challenge

how does one hear colors
when there were once
laughter and fireworks
now it’s- the numbing silence
of longing and broken promises
how does one see its effects
when everywhere you turn
the lenses of adulthood
suffers from astigmatism?
how does one provide
a sufficient description
when all through her life
all she tasted
were the insipidities
of a poverty drenched life
how does one feel
the spectrum of its essence
when the whole world
is color blind
with the gripping need
to paint the skin in order to
feel something within
drive ourselves to the extreme
taint our lives to some extent
just to realize we are actually living
oh how I wish trees
emit hues with oxygen
that everytime we breathe
we glow a little
then we can all stop taking it
from our lil’ munchkins and kids
perhaps, we can learn
to create it…

Mr. Epperson did not design
his own dreams, these silly shreds
of memory, the strange refuse
and smoke of incomplete days.

The black sky folds, the moon
and its hours watch this man
be enslaved again to a swarm
of nothing. But after 43 years,

he finally saw something inside
the nightly mist, the supercilious
circling of eyes from a friend
dead decades earlier. Words

hummed from the stars, neither
hostile nor peaceful, but present
beyond the trappings of dream
and art, but the window came,

and, in his room, the face withdrew
with the mist, and Mr. Epperson
became nothing too.

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Written for Reena’s Xploration Challenge #262 – Random Dreams

Random Dreams

random dreams upon my broken limbs
lingered slowly as it navigated to break free
dreams that have been my greatest solace
in those days when my world was in a total mess
random dreams, that’s all i got in a place full of regrets.

random dreams upon my broken heart
yearned deeply as it tried to come out of the pit
dreams that have been my bravest allies
in those occassions when living means denying
random dreams, that’s all i got in my life full of grief.

random dreams upon my vanquished soul
longed completely to be honored and fulfilled
in those moments when dreaming was impossible
random dreams, that’s all i got in my solitude full of chaos.

random dreams upon my forgotten self
random dreams, that’s all i got

until i got you.

For Reena’s Exploration Challenge

Reena’s Xploration Challenge #262

scented summer breeze
swept off by a random dream
into daffodils

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Mindfills for FOWC ~ swept; Reena’s exploration challenge ~ random dreams; Cee’s FOTD

Written for : Reena’s PROMPT #262: RANDOM DREAMS

the earthly colors,

Shower the blessings this year in our endeavors,

We shall not pray for any heavenly miracles,

Just protect the mankind from humanly debacles.

For we cherish all the dreams

For we own happiness and pain periodic or seldom,

We welcome all the seasons be autumn or spring,

Relish all emotions that accrue in our life’s string.

We desire no Heaven, seek no divine seasoning,

The Earth has many Heavens by every reasoning,

Better apostle of Mankind than Angels from heaven.

only andonly confession.

O Lord! Thou shall fill us with all