Author: Reena Saxena

Fame is a capricious mistress

anonymity a faithful spouse

most flirt with temptation

but die miserably in the arms of faithfulness.

Reena’s Exploration Challenge #133

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PROMPT #133

Use the phrase

outlasting the fickleness of fame….

…in your piece.

You can write about any celebrity or someone you admired, or how you would like to chalk out a dream life for yourself. You can be philosophical about the concept, and use it in an abstract manner. Examples from nature or mythology can also be taken.

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Fame is a fickle mistress….

Don’t we all crave fame and recognition

In that secret cornerof our heart

We desire to be adulated and revered

For our great deeds, our matchless beauty

Or the extraordinary talent that we possess

But as they say, fame is a fickle mistress

It snares our soul and then abandonsit

Without notice, in a moment to flee to others

Who like us, welcomeitwith open arms

To outlast the fickleness of fame

We…

Reena’s Exploration Challenge #133

PROMPT #133

Use the phrase

outlasting the fickleness of fame….

The full moon peaked gently through the window wondering if the old man was awake. The old man responding to the moons warm glow stirred himself from bed slipping off the oxygen mask. He dressed and searched for the small bottle of brandy hidden under his socks in the dresser. Slipping the bottle into his pocket as he exited the room he shuffled down the corridor towards the main entrance. The night warden was snoring gently at his desk as the old man stole quietly past, exiting the nursing home by the front door. Breathing harshly he labored to complete the half mile to the field at the entrance to the woods and dropped exhausted to the ground propping his back against the trunk of a giant oak.

Away from the lights of the…

In One Ear and Out the Other print from photograph of fabric glass by Maria L. Berg staged by Redbubble

The poem

The Best Rooms Are Too X-rated

Thinking through the bedrooms
so many bedrooms
moving and moving
trying to make something mine
I tried to settle on one
to mentally linger, loiter
describe in detail
like a capsule through time

I wanted it to be a happy place
full of growth and creative industry
accomplishment or at least good dreams
and for a moment I settled on your room
that first room
with only a mattress on the floor
we sat together in the chair
and blew bubbles through the fan
That room didn’t need anything else
for a few weeks

Then I thought of our room
before the storm
the tall ceilings and

I realized that all of the best rooms
the very best rooms
are too X-rated