Author: Reena Saxena

Reena’s Xploration Challenge #260

PROMPT #260

I’ll leave it to your interpretation. Do you see gaps here? Fill it up as you like.

NEW YEAR

The year twenty twenty-two

Was a mixed bag of up and down

Sometimes I reacted sensibly

Sometimes like a clown

Now it’s to be seen

What brings twenty twenty-three

Takes me up the ladder

Or throws me down

But I believe

Happiness and sorrows

All comes to an end

Don’t lose faith till the very end

Keep the hopes and dreams alive

Without them, no one can survive

This weeks prompt is;

2020

Started quite innocently

No one ever dreamt of what it’ll bring

The pandemic caught us in its snare completely

The struggle was tough for so many families

Death and sickness very hard to deal with specially as we were ill-prepared

But the saga continues in ‘21 and ‘22………..

The disease waxing and waning sometimes we won, sometimes Covid won

Not content with disease, fate added a war to the mix

Unemployment, rising inflation have us by our throats

Now we are reaching the end of 2022 and a small hope is kindled

May be the new year will bring some tidings of joy, something to celebrate

This hope need lots of prayers and faith to make it a reality

Wishing you all the best in the new year

2023

Written for; RXC PROMPT #260, hosted by Reena

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Mexico Saves Daylight

Nobody knows
what this new day
has in store for us.
The colors stolen by night
have not come back yet––
only the string of miniature Chinese lanterns
strung on the patio
glow their soft tones:
lavender, yellow, peach, rose, lime green.
Powered by energy stolen from the sun,
they light up this very early morning darkness
otherwise lit by the random stars of
streetlights undulating over roads that wind up foothills.

The mountain peak named Señor Garcia
stands against the gray predawn sky.
Colima volcano peers over his shoulder,
half-obscured by mist and clouds.
My day emerges.

Scatterings of lights twinkle
from the small pueblos across the lake.
Bats swoop and dart
after the last insects of the night,
then speed impossibly into second-story tejas
for their communal day’s rest.

The hot tub cover,
submerged a few inches beneath the water’s surface,
forms a mirror for…

Your sight was twenty twenty

I didn’t see us so clearly

I thought my vision perfect

Then you left, and I was merely

A shell, a husk, unwanted cover

Discarded, as a piece of trash

It could not have hurt me more

If you had struck me with a lash

I wished, I wished, but now I see, so perfectly

You and I were but that wish,

Reality—I failed to see.

Reena’s Xploration Challenge #260

Inspired by Moonwashed Weekly Prompt #120 – Exquisite & Reena’s Exploration Challenge #260

a crap year unfolds
desiring the exquisite
our hope was wanting

He had been in a gloomy, despondent, unpredictable mood all-day and he knew his wife and children had tiptoed warily around him. He busied himself in the garage sorting the shelves, rearranging items, taking them down, and putting them back, in exactly the same place. His wife had been busy inside making cookies and cupcakes with her two young helpers. It was Christmas Eve, 2023, a time for peace on earth and goodwill to all.

It had been quite the year, a new variant of Covid had emerged and the country was in lockdown restrictions once again, inflation was running at 15% annually, his five-year mortgage at 1.6% had matured and he had renewed for one year at 10.5% and as if it couldn’t get any worse Russia had launched a tactical nuclear strike on Ukraine in anger as…