Dry winds and fallen leaves .....by judeitakali
Dry winds and fallen leaves. A Villanelle #poetry
Hens in business
The Feminist Hen is asked to lay off. “Rebels here lose their life and wings in an hour’s time. Don’t push them to the chopping board.” It is time for the Deadly Rooster to declare dawn, but the sun is nowhere to be found. He limps out in the dark to meet a stony silence. … Continue reading Hens in business
Maniac’s Dance
Previous poem The dance of a maniac lacks the grace of a gymnast the gay abandon in expression of joy calculated steps to build a rhythm The dance of a maniac disturbs the balance of tolerant earth stirs spasmodic earthquake energy to unearth some more madness The dance of a maniac Strives - to make … Continue reading Maniac’s Dance
Our home
Our home ….by Eugenia
frazzled
tired beyond words
let the earth rest from the world
night meets the day under duress
burnout
Reena’s Xploration Challenge#184
BURNOUT
-Eugi
Recovering From Autistic Burnout
Autistic burnout .....by Astrid
Overcome
Overcome …. by Susi Bocks
shortly after my rage-filled explosion
i, suffering from burnout
felt the necessity to flee to paradise
sooner rather than later
Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge #184 -Burnout & Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Paradise
Reena’s Xploration Challenge #184
PROMPT #184 A word prompt this week... BURNOUT There is no restriction on length of the piece. There is no last date either, unless you wish to be featured in the Weekly Wrap. Any post that is found to be offensive, vulgar or something that hurts common sensibilities will not be included. This needs to … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #184
Connection
“Why are these five publications not echoing our stance on burning topics? Only fear and greed will keep people on your side - where have you failed that they still stand on isolated platforms…” the Boss is furious, not used to facing failure or opposition. It is only a matter of time before this fury … Continue reading Connection
Portable
My five-year old cousin from the countryside visited Mumbai for the first time. He had never seen high-rise buildings and box-like apartments before. While he hankered to catch sight of an actor or celebrity somewhere, and loved the sea, he was not impressed by homes. ‘What’ll you do, if there are more guests? Where are … Continue reading Portable
Subconscious alleys
Photo by Keira Burton on Pexels.com I think I was born out of someone else's will -unarmed, unprepared I go back enriched, strengthened by lessons I may forget but lurking somewhere -alive in folds of the soul they control me, and once more, I write fresh stories -ink on electronic screens need to learn coding … Continue reading Subconscious alleys
