Author: Reena Saxena

Your swirling hair
Beguiles
Your beauty 
Transfixes 
Your presence
Mesmerizes 
Perceived 
In the mirror
Your reflection
Sustains 
Issue from
Your blood 
Takes flight
To the stars
Your head adorns
A warriors shield.

Who am I.

one day I will write about us
it will be the best
ever piece
I write
of
fib

Fib: Noun

1. A lie
2. A poem consisting of 6 lines with 20 syllables, with syllables per line of 1/1/2/3/5/8 based on Fibonacci Sequence. The poem above is an example of Reverse Fibonacci poem.

In response to: Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 145

Between life and death,

A thin line blurs,

Predator or prey,

Reward or risk,

Cheese or cozen*,

Triumph or trap.

Cozen* :- Trick or deceive.

Acknowledgements :- In response to Sadje’s What do you see challenge # 39 and Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 145. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.

Five Links 7/25/2020

Traci Kenworth

Writing:

1. https://megdowell.com/2020/07/24/10-tips-for-eliminating-not-so-obvious-writing-distractions/

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Research & Fun Tidbits:

1. https://coldhandboyack.wordpress.com/2020/07/25/technological-nightmares-and-extra-work/ “I’ve been working on my storyboards in drips and drabs. Right now I have six in various stages of completion, and some are nearly complete.

There are two stand alone novels, the finale of the Lanternfish trilogy, and three future stories for Lizzie and the hat. I was feeling pretty good about the process. That’s when everything started failing.

The app I’ve been using is called Pinnic. It randomly erased one of my ledger cards. I tried opening and closing, even a reboot. That’s when I discovered another board had the same thing happen to it. Then it started throwing out a random index card that could not be edited or deleted. It also covered another card I would really like to read.

What happens is…

Hold my words
up to your lens –
exchange snippets

distracted lives
hold no audience
I seek a way home.

(Reena’s Exploration challenge invites us to write a cryptic poem.  Image my own.)

Said the nimbus to the moor-
What came first
The chicken or the egg
Your breath becomes my burden
My burden your nourishment
Who is mightiest

Gathering storm clouds
Looming distress and longing
Weeping down desire
The earth receives and returns
True love dancing in the air

“Love is the currency for harmony” – six word story

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For;

Sue’s writephoto challenge – use the image above

Reena’s exploration challenge – write something cryptic

Shweta’s Saturday six word story prompt – money

I hope you enjoy this.

Stay safe everyone, stay loving.