being the musefeeding imaginationimmortalized in paintartists’ inspiration dressed in evening clothesstanding by the seais not what both of usset out to be I love frolickingwith my furry friendwithout a caresalty waves and frothrefreshing mindsmessing up hair We wait for an era, wherevideo cameras aboundcapturing us in motionexpressions and soundwaving to meet the skynot glued to … Continue reading Jumping out of the canvas
what keeps me awayfrom the ensuing dayblocking vision with a translucent veilmorning haze holds sway holding breath in anticipationI fail to noticeMoon's quiet exitto life's next station I tear through the fogattack life with zestIt's a reward for waking upleaving behind a night's rest Now is the time to ink dreamson consciousness, till they makeme … Continue reading Morning glory
it's pure, it's a call of the soula wish to see myself as wholeI scan depths of oceans and climb dizzy heights I walk through forests brown and greensplashed with yellows and caroteneI see all shades of rainbows, but yet no white chosen invisibilityintrigues my sensibilitiesit colors skies with vibrant rainbows, but hides black emerges … Continue reading Black and white
Riots color the landscape red with the blood of innocents. Actually, they’d prefer another color - one they’ve been using to paint mindsets. People do not become followers unless they think alike. And to think alike, they need anger, a common cause, a common source of fire in the belly. It needs to be ignited. … Continue reading Strategic
These are the things they don’t tell us:
They tell us why we’re being sent. We are misfits, troublemakers, boat-rockers. We are not wanted here. We’re not criminals – oh no – and this is not punishment. This is opportunity.
Gossip, of course, is rampant. One group thinks we’re being trained for extreme cold. One groups thinks we’re being fed birth control pills. Pink haired Jaine thinks we’re going to be saving the planet.
Me? I listen. I watch. I notice who gets the best seat, who takes the first potato, who takes the last slice of cake. Who glances at their neighbour. Who laughs too much. Because I don’t know where we’re going, but I do know that when we get there, I’m going to survive. I’m going to thrive.
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Things they don’t tell us and some don’t want to hear…
A thought provoking piece by Lisa…
I’m floating up, out of the operating room ceiling, through walls, the roof of the hospital, and into the night sky. Drowsy in the black expanse, I feel warm in a giant palm that closes around my nakedness. My hospital gown flutters down and away, a falling flag of surrender.
I awake in a sycamore tree whose limbs drape over the moonlit headstone of my grandparents. I hear what sounds like laughter — but more like tinkling glass — above me and look up. They are birds of a species the living have never seen; yet they aren’t birds. I know them.
These are the things they don’t tell us. Earth is a closed system with myriad dimensions to it. Depending on where you are in your cycle will determine where your consciousness exists…
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Who holds the pen? …. by Aishwarya
If it were as easy,
as ocean washing away sorrows of the shore,
while truth lies abandoned,
at its mercy,
wailing/ waiting to be heard,
the stands of time would’ve been written differently.
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Acknowledgements :- Thank you Reena Saxena for hosting Reena’s Exploration Challenge #233. The above picture is the prompt. For rules please refer here. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.
flutteringeyelashes remind mebutterflies made of gossamer dreams I touch youcheck if you are realor will float away like wispy breeze teardrops onpetal-like rosy cheeksgive me a glimpse of eternity emotionsjust make you more humanto place trust-like in the depth of seas https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2022/05/21/lucky-dip-saturday-mix-21-may-2022/
Having reached there after a long, hard struggle matters. It matters less that only the way ahead is visible, not the destination. Past experience says trouble can follow again. What if this path is not the right one? Is there an exit option available? Should he consult a few experts before taking the final decision? … Continue reading A step forward
Look what ….by Sangeetha
Look what the past dragged in
Grains of truth wait to be winnowed
Anger grumbles in unvoiced angst
Mounds of regret sulk forgotten
Apologies lie locked in vaults of silence
Nostalgia strokes half a wound
Hesitant footsteps shuffle ashamed
When blue skies and sunrays
unfurl a picnic day
We draw the blinds and squander it away
Mindfills for Reena’s exploration challenge, Fandango’s FOWC – apology
