https://open.spotify.com/episode/2ZH9mJHO6lgoMLy4gL7CGn?si=gUQSgCSHRc2bH3lqAuSNqQ&dl_branch=1 Parenting is a huge topic of discussion, as a superstar’s son is arrested for drug abuse. Everybody talks about setting examples, and a deteriorating value system. I guess values change from generation to generation, and it happens with every generation, not just the ones following or preceding us. “Do you really think our parents … Continue reading On camera
Slices of life, and a life lived in pieces skin - for all that happens inside a being walls conceal a story and human history https://only100words.xyz/2021/10/14/three-line-tales-298/
Somewhere …a Decima by Sangeetha
somewhere near the afternoon
the sun lit up a dream I'd drawn
with true coloursof mylife's storm
that turns, on a whim, glee to gloom
or takes me right up to the moon
and back for breakfast served
- a shot of coffee, extra verve
only for me, that little more
of my sweet life that I adore,
...all that I totally deserve!
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Ronovan Writes Decima – verve in c rhyme abbaaccddc & Reena’s exploration challenge – wordplay (Customer – true storm, or, to, more, me), Cee’s CMMC – orange, Cee’s FOTD
Pain is an impermanent state. One wallows in it, internalises it, learns all possible lessons and then gets on with the business of life. juxtapositionhelps highlight what needs to bechucked out or retained What surprises is not the pain, but the response it elicits from others. Some insist on giving you more, some help you … Continue reading Pain
Hide and Seek ….by Francis the Frenchie
I walked into the room wearing a quizzical look, immediately feeling like a stranger in a very strange land. The only semblance of life was someone whose head looked like one of my eyes, and my emotions started getting the best of me without Mom around.
“Here I am,” Mom called from behind me as she removed the eyeball mask she’d been hiding under.
Prompted from Three Line Tales at: https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/47859859/posts/3591628456.
Prompted from Reena’s Xploration at: https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2021/10/01/reenas-xploration-challenge-stranger-in-a-strange-land/.
Prompted from Ragtag Daily Prompt at: https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2021/10/12/rdp-tuesday-emotion/.
a tinge of sadnessovertakes the evening skyball of fire weakensin the crepuscular lightno one escapes dusk, night falls https://wordcraftpoetry.com/2021/10/12/tankatuesday-weekly-poetry-challenge-no-247-synonymsonly/
Prompt line given by Mish on dVerse What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow out of this stony rubbish? The Wasteland, T.S. Eliot https://open.spotify.com/episode/5eOYJIfgw6R7XXrbXzGVRU?si=tJG1zOa9RHOtSnL705Rk4w&dl_branch=1 It is her first email, six months after she got married. “I did not communicate, because I did not know what to tell you. …that it was a rash … Continue reading Rocky Terrains
Gustatory Indulgence …… by Radhika
The pack of freshly baked donuts on the table,
entice me with their alluring flavors,
delighting my senses with heavenly aroma.
Classic, cinnamon and coffee work their magic on me,
as my will power melts under their saccharine glaze.
I succumb to the temptation of a sinful indulgence.
I gently pick up one, inhaling its flavorsome redolence.
The sugary sprinkles peck my lips, with a flirtatious tease.
A bite into the soft glazed buns, leaves me in raptures.
I revel in the tantalizing effect it has on my taste buds.
Satiated, my mouth drools a dulcet harmony.
Well, I guess I am forgiven
for committing adultery with my diet plan.
It was after all, just a onetime scrumptious affair!
Sadje’s WDYS # 103
perfection is a way of life remember the donuts she served with coffee and love Could I measure up? lazy me just loafing around met her once lost my heart then moved away - I was so imperfect for her https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2021/10/11/what-do-you-see-103-october-11-2021/
Finding courage ….by Woke
I have felt enough pain,
To laugh in anguish.
To muster enough strength
To allow the rush blow across my insides
Like a wind will gush against the sails of a ship
As a flame on a wick flicker
Dancing back and forth,
So will the shadows of their courage,
With hands on hips in the calm.
Just before the storm,
The last of memories we evoke
Before we charge forward into unknown frontiers,
Is the cost of everything.
And in most cases, too high.
