Apocalypse happens so often. All that one knows about a person falls apart, displaying a weaker or indifferent or sinister side. It makes people look like fools in their own eyes. Her pulse is feeble, and probably she is losing her hearing power. A voice seems to come from afar, but emanates from a white … Continue reading Diluted
blooming buds of hope display delicate beautyfall apart like life https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/02/19/heeding-haiku-with-chevrefeuille-february-19th-2020-first-flower/ https://dversepoets.com/2020/02/18/poetics-to-be-a-flower/
Who’s wise? ….
by Aishwarya
Joy of unfiltered laughter,
Sharing, merriment thereafter,
Euphoria of giving,
Smile, the sign of living,
With such thoughts, creation materialised,
Currently left with a question, who’s wise?
Inside my shell, I seek relief,
No time to comfort each other’s grief,
A cherry wave, countered with hapless stare,
Talking to one another, is it anybody’s care?
Such attributes, man’s present disguise,
Currently left with a question, who’s wise?
67 words.
Acknowledgements :- Thank you Reena Saxena for running the challenge at Reena’s Exploration Challenge #122. The challenge is to write a piece based on the picture prompt. For rules please refer here. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.
Thoughts behind the poem :- Nature created us with attributes of laughter, cheer, sharing and other pleasant things, slowly we are forgetting them and hesitate even to talk to one another.
Brain on fire … by VJ Knutson
My mind is ablaze –
ideas churning
vying for recognition –
greed is ego’s bane
hogs the spotlight
but other thoughts stir
gentler, more insightful –
will remain in shadow
till a quorum empowers
artful expression.
(This poem is from Twitter @Vjknutson. I’m linking it up with Reena’s Exploration challenge which is the featured image. Photo credit: Daniel Salmieri.)
once againnightmares of the darkstrike, outerfacades smileat my helplessness-history repeats itself Image credit: Ritu Bhathal https://colleenchesebro.com/2020/02/18/colleens-2019-weekly-tanka-tuesday-poetry-challenge-no-165-photoprompt/
brewing magic to keep away evil eyes and tormentors, for that moment to look into the mirror blush, discover self love beyond claustrophobic strictures of corsets and iron shoes just be herself... https://amanpan.com/2020/02/17/eugis-weekly-prompt-blush-february-17-2020/ https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/02/18/photo-challenge-303/
“I’ll trust your judgement. A woman has superior intuition.” “We’ve peddled this theory for long. Actually, it is about a capability for lateral vision, something that men don’t have. We capture fleeting expressions in a nano-second, and it gives clues to the person’s psyche.” “I should be careful with my expressions, when I’m around a … Continue reading A Writer is Born
When did you get so engrossed in yourself your fears dominate every move you project insecurity on others expect them to feel the guilt which was never theirs? When did you let concealed hatred incinerate relationships while you pretend all is fine expect a miracle to restore confidence which you let disappear, deteriorate? … Continue reading SELF-OBSESSED
Does anybody know the age of the Sun? For how long has the fireball maintained its intensity? It’s not easy being an indispensable source of energy. It has to work even when the fire is not visible to the human eye. It lives, walks and delivers – in some other part of the world, but … Continue reading Sun God
The last book …. by VJ Knutson
What will be written
in the aftermath –
so much owing,
so little justification.
Upended anxiety –
regal anticipations
shattered by cancer –
yes, life is a teacher
No matter,
if we survive –
but where to go then
Earth’s riches exploited
Commitments crumbled –
confess we have Father issues
but it’s time to emerge,
step forward, take the lead
What follows contentment
battled, passive crosses borne,
paths with no clear direction,
doubt as ante?
Hubs are shattered –
we are spokes with no centre –
pray the last book written
is reconstructive.
(Inspired by a dream, and combined with the prompt from Reena’s Exploration: The Last Book on Planet Earth. Image from personal collection.)
