Reena's Xploration Challenge Welcome back! It's been a busy and tiring week. All I could muster is a very colourful image. Would love to see your creativity go berserk with it. PROMPT #200 There is no restriction on length or format of the piece. There is no last date either, unless you wish to be … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #200
The transparent capsule lift in the lobby is the first of its kind in the city. The business magnate is complimented for his eclectic taste. He glides through with his beautiful wife and captures media attention. A year later, it becomes his undoing as dark secrets spill out in the open. He is in police … Continue reading Transparent
color of oranges on my nails strawberry on lips I long for mangoes from a childhood tongue frozen mango pulp is heavenly till I think what the fruit undergoes being beaten to pulp kept in sub-zero temperatures to serve another in cold, unfamiliar climes (Yesterday, he said At your age You should only think about … Continue reading Colors and Taste
skeletonshappiness gone bycan they bidto capturebroken spirits, reinstatethem to past glory wonder how can I bid for my own property skeletons can't speak, but do feel left out https://wordcraftpoetry.com/2021/09/21/tankatuesday-weekly-poetry-challenge-no-244-ekphrastic-photoprompt/
Revenge - Part 2 - by Jane Aguiar
those fire-spewing eyes change expression linger a little longer on her body she remembers lewdness of his crawling fingers on her sleeping helplessness she wants to slap him, tear him to pieces he would be ashamed of The creep Is her abusive husband https://dversepoets.com/2021/09/20/quadrille-136-lets-linger/
I'd no clue memories we make together will be the cushion to which I return again and again in search of comfort... I'd no clue life will be very different from whatever I dreamt with limited imagination on a very small slate I'd no clue I will have more, yet less spreading oneself out for … Continue reading Did we know?
Old friend … by Artie & Stu
By the pond’s edge
an acorn falls
rippling my reflection
but we are meeting
for the first time
I say aloud
who was that stranger
I say to nobody
my reflection returns
with something more
than I had before
an awareness of impermanence
awe of greater force
in a little acorn
that can make me
disappear and appear again.
An Alliterisen Silver stars sparkling up above pensive poet Trees trembling as brisk breeze blows through gnarly bifurcations Fingers feeling for lightless letters on keys Elbows resting upon stiff, supportive table top Tongue tasting tangy, satisfying sounds Words wandering after meandering meanings Squinting through thick leaves, sees self sitting ‘pon a star The Alliterisen The […]Wandering … Continue reading Wandering words, or: Meandering meanings — The skeptic’s kaddish
Revenge ---by Jane Aguiar
