https://open.spotify.com/episode/5391UHQY3VVymwukeoTp00?si=2a9a4344386145c4 On entering the tunnel, she thinks about the burdens she is carrying, which restrict quick movement. Whatever needs to be shed should be discarded forever. The only way goes forward. It may be the Sun at the other end, or a gentler light or a different colour of darkness. Yeah… this tunnel is ebony. … Continue reading Colours of darkness
Outstanding work by Aishwarya…
Shy away from,
Your inner demons,
If you must,
But, acknowledge them once in a while,
They are a part of you as you are of them,
Fight,
Your inner demons,
If you must,
But make peace with them,
It’s upto you to choose how to be and how not to be,
Disown,
Your inner demons,
If you must,
But, hear them out,
They’d tell you why they are ,the way they are,
Discard,
Your inner demons,
If you must,
But, learn from them,
Before they are shown the door.
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Idea behind the poem :-All of us have our share of vices and virtues. To grow, we must acknowledge, accept, deal and learn from our vices as much as we are basking in the glory of our virtues.
Acknowledgements :- Thank you Reena Saxena for hosting the challenge at Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 210. The theme is ”…
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Tunnel visions …… by Artie & Stu
This was no ordinary tunnel. There were warning signs of course as you approached, rather indicators giving pause. “Biggest best tunnel ever.” “You can’t resist.” “Only right-minded people here.” “Better than the good old-fashioned days.” But nothing could quite prepare anyone to go around, skip on past, to do anything but drive towards the next sign. By then though, it was too late for most as the pull of the tunnel sucked them in. At this point they nearly fully just obediently looked towards the others heading to the tunnel, and steered onward into the shaft; convincing themselves of their own free will the entire while. Then an almost magical thing happened, upon entering a tunnel such as this they become no longer aware of the tunnel. They decide that the tunnel is everything and any one and anything outside must be nothing. You could call it, even, magical-thinking maybe…
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Wounded Feminine ..by VJ Knutson
On entering the tunnel, I see her –
pallor a notable shade of ghostly
Tattered, her dress hangs in billowing
folds of transparency; she beckons
No words pass between us, but
her haunting gaze begs audience
So, I bear witness to her tale –
a gruesome re-enactment of her death
Slow and agonizing, her femininity
scalded and tortured till flesh festered
and infection drove her to madness –
no solace offered, no medicine rendered
No more than a child, I now see –
a tragic retelling of innocence turned victim
Do not look away, her spirit commands,
the suffering continues, and I will haunt
Till justice recognizes the crime
and restitution restores balance.
(Reena’s Xploration offered the opening line, and Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – notable– added to the narrative. This apparition appeared to me in that tunnel between waking and sleep, begging that I share her story. Image…
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Closing the tabs ….by Aaki
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #209
Buffet unit, new TV , do we have enough money to buy all this at once? Are we being overambitious?
My toddler has been cranky, wonder if he is coming down with yet another infection from his childcare.
We have to start him on swimming lessons soon and plan his second birthday party.
I have a new procedure to do tomorrow at work, damn another suicide in our profession… Sigh why did I chose this career?
With all these thoughts whizzing through my head, I glanced at the clock, its 12pm already!! My Sunday is nearly over. I Still have to do meal preps and washing, weather has been so bad lately too.
Calm down, a voice in my brain resonates, with a flashing red light, brain has gone into overdrive.
I take a deep breath and close my eyes, slowly counting until ten. Sorting my…
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In the window An orange glow Led me home Embraced by warmth I shed skins Of many years Open to love Dark pain receded In burning lightSKINS OF MANY YEARS —
https://open.spotify.com/episode/4vrIJZSfrup8zYPLNbSgoa?si=e7b9333626a84a35 What if this happens? You can’t imagine … The refrain is familiar. It’s the same fear psychosis that gripped his father. His father ended up with an obsessive compulsive disorder of locking things. He fears his wife’s online interactions with an imagined enemy. Seeing the purported enemy online gives him jitters, and he yells … Continue reading Fear Psychosis
how far to go this waydoors ajar - I may stray https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2021/12/04/lucky-dip-saturday-mix-4-december-2021/
At the end of the week, Aiden mustered up the courage to go into his father’s room. He immediately sensed he did not want to be there. This is not the person on whose shoulders he had grown up. This man is a stranger with sunken eyes and a blank look. Then a light shone … Continue reading Impact
Tunnel mysteries….by Jude Itakali
Shall I pen thoughts I cannot voice
Or shall I dream and let these nightmares haunt?
The open road is a wicked one
Whether black or yellow-bricked, the devils still prowl
The long dark tunnel is a coward’s bane
For many, brave and foolish, have perished within
Yet through that tunnel, my fantasy lies.
Winds of change
Must you always blow-
Fear with hope
Must you always come!
Can’t my soul find rest
Were I to pen the thoughts I cannot voice
I’d write that outside that tunnel, the story never begins
The fearful will linger, and maybe even thrive
But the wistful scent of dreams, will forever waft from the other side
And while dreams are often sought, nightmares can always find us!
Snail on my window
Born of sea yet dead by salt
How cruel thy fate!
Am I the deer in headlights
To live…
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