wrapped in comfort of your magnanimity I try to see Your world with human lenses and yet find… wisdom of heart unmatched nobility of my soul unprecedented gift of my presence unappreciated https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2021/10/25/what-do-you-see-105-october-25-2021/ https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2021/10/21/reenas-xploration-challenge-204/
It wasn’t ……by Sangeetha
It wasn't quite a question
his haunting voice let loose
to wander the labyrinth of my mind
with the intention to confuse
grappling with wayward words
sneaking in to seduce
dancing to my drummer heart,
I knew it was a ruse
Yet I played along
and let the query suffuse
past filters of my armoured treasure chest
of my invisible inner recluse
He trailed a touch to wake me up
his scented eyes amused
Apparently, I'd said Yes
and now we're doing 'I Do's
***
Sammi Cox’s weekend writing prompt – 84 words – ‘question’, Eugi’s weekly prompt – haunting, Reena exploration challenge – Filter, Cee’s FOTD,Weekly Prompts by SueW and GC – discovery
Angry Dreamer ….by VJ Knutson
Envisioning breakup –
past haunting possibility –
she navigates uncertainty
an angry dreamer
Tries to settle on truth
but with rage as filter
she processes and processes
reaching no solid ground
Love, she concludes,
is beyond availability
plans a solitary existence
until vulnerability caves again.
(for Eugi’s Weekly prompt: haunting, and Reena’s Xploration challenge: filter.
Image my own.)
FIRESTORMS moonlight picnics on the beach cosy chats by fireside an oath before you kiss a ring before you commit ready for firecrackers… provocations - a way of life verbal duels welcome -you loves fireballs sneaky lies here and there struggle to find your space -you work at fireproofing watch the stars alone at night … Continue reading Fiery Skies
Filter ….by Indira
right kind of sieve
With the right size of net
to filter
and
keep
what is required
and
what to through away
Mud bath …by Francis the Frenchie
“Francis escaped again,” I heard. I’m certain Dad was also wearing a sour face of annoyance.
I may not make bath time the easiest, but this was the roughest one to date, according to Dad. After bolting through the doggie door, I hopped back into the first mud puddle of the rainy season—the best one!
This was his fourth failed attempt to get me into the bath. Patience had filtered from his face.
To my surprise, Dad said, “Okay…Fine…,” and settled into the mud with me, and we played until I was too tired to escape again.
Word Count: 99
Prompted from Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge at: https://carrotranch.com/2021/10/15/october-14-flash-fiction-challenge-2/.
Prompted from Reena’s Xploration at: https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2021/10/22/reenas-xploration-challenge-204-filter/.
Prompted from Three Things Challenge at: https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2021/10/22/three-things-challenge-759/.
touching upon dark hauntingly familiar themes drains my sanity https://amanpan.com/2021/10/21/eugis-weekly-prompt-haunting-october-21-2021/
https://open.spotify.com/episode/6k1rWg3kQZiDYpf5MXzs5z?si=c19d6daf22a7493f “Whatever you do, you can’t do that.” “But why?” “It will open up not just a can of worms, but a tanker full of serpents.” “Are you talking of the stories of female foeticide and a girl infant killed because she was born blind? Are you talking about the male sex-addict who indulged in … Continue reading Bleeding stories
Fettered Memories …..by Radhika
Somewhere in the deep crevices of my heart
percolating through the filters of thoughts, are scars hiding.
Though inconspicuous, they linger on, haunting me.
At the slightest trigger, they elicit painful ripples,
mutating into a tempestuous ordeal.
I know not, how to release the hurt,
which seems to have imprisoned itself within me.
I wish the rains would wash them clean
or they would flow away in a burst of lachrymose deluge.
Perhaps the intense heat of the sun would burn them down
or I could just delete them with the press of a button.
Alas, the venomous fangs of toxic memories concocts its poison,
as a sinister vortex of diabolic emotion sucks me into it,
entrapping my mind, in a self-created web of despondency,
Reena’s Xploration Challenge # 204 : Filter
Filter ….by Lady Lee Manila
“What a tangled web we weave
when first we practice to deceive.”
If only we could filter out bad memories
Expressed conflicts that reached crises
Then we won’t have all the bitter cries
In quiet state disparage ourselves to rhapsodise
Enough bursting gusting emotion on the train
Our observational abilities are surely constrained
Why are we still keeping our fierce loyalty to them?
Are we by circumstances to spiritual exile condemn?
How could we untangle ourselves from their web?
The sand was firm and wide, the tide was on the ebb
When pieces of moments together springing out?
We realised something and we just want to shout
Are we deceiving ourselves to make us feel better?
Then perhaps it’s never too late to alter
For: https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2021/10/21/reenas-xploration-challenge-204/
