I’m grateful I can walk and run, but I wish I could fly. Mobility and speed matter in the race of life, but more so the perspectives. I see the world moving past me, but in the opposite direction, as I move in high gear. Then, I move my sights to the ones moving alongside … Continue reading Wind under wings
watching moments whenI overturned to regain-perspectives on life https://only100words.xyz/2021/04/15/three-line-tales-272/
fast moving colors, change everything withinWho's trying to hide, disguised in rain?cloud bursts dropping secretsbut no one dares to catch Who's trying to hide, disguised in rain?allegations slipping off the skinbut no one dares to catchguilt accumulates within, dodging allegations slipping off the skin fast-moving colors, change everything within guilt accumulates within, dodging cloudbursts dropping … Continue reading Guilt
Doe-eyed beauty finding her way though serpentine mountainous paths scared like a deer on being approached by hunter males she slips away like air dissolving in the clouds not leaving a clue of her origins and now hunters descend the same paths scared… https://dversepoets.com/2021/04/13/poetics-the-print-the-whales-make/
Rinku Bhardwaj, a Business Growth & Excellence Coach expresses her views on Feminism.
If you are a dreamer, come in.. The line is from Shel Silverstein’s poem, Invitation, as published in his wonderful book, Where the Sidewalk Ends. Shel Silverstein is an American writer, poet, cartoonist, songwriter and playwright. The prompt is set by Lillian at dVerse Poets Pub We don’t walk around here, we float, without moving from our … Continue reading Floaters
I wish people keep telling stories and writing whatever comes to mind - on social media posts, blogs, books on whatever avenues are available to them. Stories held captive in a lockdown, are likely to change form later. The pressure they are subject to, will ignite rage within, and discolour facts. Rebellion will be an … Continue reading Repression
Serendipity and Emergence ….by Daniel Julian
When you have neckties on your mind, suddenly every man you see is wearing one. When the song that’s been in your head all day happens to play on the radio as you drive home from work…
I hit a major milestone today, and so Reena’s challenge this week jumps out at me.
Reena’s Xploration Challenge #180 is this:
Write about what milestones mean to you, ones already achieved, and the ones you would like to reach.
Write about a journey you can’t forget.
Post pictures or artwork relevant to the theme.
I won’t keep you in suspense. I published a book. But that’s not the thing. The thing is, it’s a memoir of my mental illness and – for the first time – I’m publishing it under my own name.
Now now don’t fret; I’m not going to sully one of Reena’s awesome invitations to partake in a prompt…
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Freedom for her means only one thing - not being told what and how and when to do whatever she did. The acts she is reprimanded for, are not worth a thought to the saner people in the world. Like where and how should the dish-washing brush be placed, how much water should be used … Continue reading Freedom
