The Boxes… #layers #alittlehorror

The Boxes …..by moonduswriter

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Here’s the prompt from the talented Reena Saxena @ xploration challenge

“I have untapped abilities waiting to be discovered.”

If you find it complex, you can use Layers as a theme for your piece.

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It was a journey that I look back upon and wish I had never begun. There are many layers to this journey. Too many…

It began with a wonderful life with an intelligent, witty, charming partner. I couldn’t have asked for more enjoyment. We shared many of the same interests: poetry, writing, going on adventures and playing games.

I wish now (for his sake) that I had never ever had a curiosity for boxes but I always had. There is something about lifting the top of a box if only to peek inside the corner. Boxes seemed potentially to hold treasure.

My interest in boxes is now a curse but I’m slightly ahead of this…

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Unexpected

life is expecting the unexpected - to tear you out of comfort zones, propel action in new directions; unseen paths beckon with promise - it just might be good for me https://wordcraftpoetry.com/2022/05/10/tankatuesday-poetry-challenge-no-273-specificform/

Giving

“Life is about giving, irrespective of your own needs”. My revered grandmother kept repeating this. I follow her advice in taking care of the drug addicts, unemployed and other needy members in the family. Nevertheless, they continue to be a nuisance with their behavior. Nor did I realize that my need for approval drives me … Continue reading Giving

April Lyrids

meteor showersApril Lyrids blessing skieson rare moonlit nightsI stand bare to receive graceon thirsty soil, parched for months https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2022/05/09/what-do-you-see-133-may-9-2022/

Motherhood #poetry #haiku

Motherhood ….by Jane Aguiar

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The lessons of motherhood
were never learned
before becoming a mother.
After becoming a mother,
I suddenly realised
the pattern of motherhood.

I understood
when she was crying
with hunger
and when she was crying
with stomach ache.

As a child she realized
that the person
who feeds her is hers
and every time she cries
the same person comes
and feeds her
giving love and affection.

Now, as she grows older,
she learns to control her emotions.
She hides her tensions.
Now, it’s my turn.
I have to change the relation.
I have to be her friend,
so that her life would be open to me
as a book and so I think,
“I have untapped abilities, waiting to be discovered.”

Musky scented white
spring’s lily of the valley
blessed motherhood

©️ Jane Aguiar

Pic Credit:Longfield Gardens

Written in response to:

Reena’s xploration Challenge

Tankatuesday-weekly -poetry-challenge

Thank…

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This Shady Thing Called Past – Part 2

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Last time I think I told you
How I had locked up my past
I guess I didn’t think it through
For the solution didn’t last

It did a lot of antics
To come out of its cell
I resisted all its tricks
But it didn’t turn out very well

It stressed me more and more
To have it kicking my head
So I had to open the door
Before it drove me mad

Then I thought it was easy
To just let it out of my head
Why keep it in rent-free?
I could do better instead

So this time it was I
The one with the final kick
Waved a last goodbye
No more dirty trick

Now it is safe I’m sure
No more agony and dread
A perfect resolution
Tranquility in my head

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Right Choice

“I don’t remember when you made the first choice in life. But you were always adamant about what you wanted. Today, I’m proud of my daughter who has chosen adoption, just to transfer the value system to another girl.” The  impromptu speech from my mother attracts resounding applause.

Discover new beginnings

think of closed doors like closed chapters accept and empower your desire to know let natural curiosity prevail Read the remaining at Eugi's Causerie Eugenia's contribution to Xploration Challenge #229

We are our strength

We are our strength ….. by Sadje

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My heart was broken beyond repair

The one responsible had no remorse

My child clinging to my dragging dupatta

Her eyes asking a thousand unanswered questions

In her eyes I find the pain that tears me apart

But in her tear filled eyes I find my courage too

I will rise to this challenge

I will rebuild my self that has been demolished

It took me years, effort that often broke me

But whenever I looked into her eyes, I found my courage

Now I stand tall and proud

I have crossed the barriers erected in my way

I now stand with pride

With my daughter by my side

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Written for;RXC; PROMPT #229

The prompt line for this week is

“I have untapped abilities waiting to be discovered.”

( I submitted this poem for the anthology, The wounds I healed but it wasn’t accepted. I think it fits…

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I Could Never Be Her

I could never be her …… by Michelle Navajas

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I Could Never Be Her

do you ever wish for one second you had not loved me?
‘cos i feel you do everytime i see regret in your words whenever you are disappointed
everytime i hear exhaustion in between your sighs when you are disheartened
and when the tides are against your will i hear loud screams in your silence.

do you ever see me as a shadow of the one you used to love?
‘cos i feel you do
whenever you look at me i know you want something else
something else that i am not nor i wish to be
i feel it in between your warm embrace
and your passionate kiss
i see it in between your broken smiles and empty gazes
i feel your longing, i feel it there’s no denying.

you’d probably be cursing me when you read this
oh! dear forgive me
geez i…

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