Welcome back to another week of creativity! It was great to get a peek into writers’ journeys last week. As the saying goes, There is no fiction greater than truth, and no truth greater than fiction. Writers juggle between truth, presentation of truth and different versions of the same truth. We look at things from … Continue reading Reena’s Exploration Challenge #138
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Writer …. by Aishwarya
Hours, without a muse,
Strikes like a bolt of lightning,
Fluidly grasping,
Brainstorm at opportune time,
No stopping writer within.
Poetry Form :- Gogyoka
Acknowledgements :- In response to Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 137. Thank you, Ma’am for running the challenge. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.
Thanks for reading ……… by VJ Knutson
This platform is shaky,
I must confess,
built of co-dependent aims
carnival life expectations.
Still a steady hand
and a weeping heart
good writing companions make
or, so I tell myself
You see, despite clever musings
I’m as guilty of denial as the next
and as far as clarity goes
I’ve been myopic forever
Guess, I’m trying to say
that without an audience
I’d be nothing – and so to you
this blogging community – gratitude.
(For Reena’s Exploration challenge: Writer’s platform/ reality; and Eugi’s Causerie Weekly Prompt: gratitude. Image my own.)
“Fall of the King … he is no more the richest man in the country.” The scrolling marquee at the bottom of the television screen is less important than the stock market crash being discussed with shocked expressions. I pull out my cheap Chinese phone to text him. “Remember how we played chess on a … Continue reading Pals
We saw the first rains of the season today – propelled by a cyclone called Nisarg (it means Nature). Guys are glued to TV sets checking the direction of the storm, and what damage is it causing on the way. I extend my palm out to feel the glorious promise of rain – respite from … Continue reading Droplets
Writing ….. by Punam
Somedays…
words pirouette and tantalize
then bolt and disappear
syllables naughtily roll off my tongue
refusing to be counted correctly
thoughts are a jumbled ball of yarn
wickedly inviting me to unravel
ideas flit around like birds
tempting me to cage them
similes flutter on the edge of my mind
metaphors evade my grasp mockingly
I let them be
On others…
words string themselves into sentences
to flow seamlessly from my quill
thoughts and ideas are coherent and concrete
falling neatly into words
similes and metaphors adorn my writing willingly
nary a sign of delinquency
respecting the process
I try not to force the flow.
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PROMPT #137
I give below three phrases
Choose one or more to elaborate on your writing journey – not necessarily through this phase. It could be anything that happened before, or you foresee as happening after this.
No words.. by Deepa
My writing journey …. by Len
My writing journey began March 1,2018 when I joined the WordPress family. I had turned 70 and was reading an online article by Professor Jordan Peterson when I glanced at a WordPress icon at the bottom of the page. Being curious I clicked the icon and ended up following the instructions on becoming a member, it took all of 30 seconds. My biggest decision was the naming of the site and as I used to keep a diary from time to time, I decided on an online diary. So I named my site lensdiary. This process took me all of 30 seconds. My first blog introducing myself included the following:
My name is Len
Three score and ten
The biblical age
For leaving life’s stage
But I’m not done yet
My initial attempts at blogging were mainly…
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Social media posts spoke about senior lives being silenced in corona-infested hospitals, as the medical infrastructure was inadequate to manage the load. It is the base thought behind the piece ... What were their last thoughts, when a needle pierced into their consciousness, transporting them to another level? They were old, and the system could … Continue reading Sunset
