I’m tired of being rebuffed. I wonder why people build walls to keep me out. I see no reason for anyone to fear or dislike me. I would like my fellow beings to be companions in my journey. There is so much to learn, to discover – all that I did not know some time … Continue reading Ignorance
We have a huge furore here about trees being cut to make way for a metro rail project. The political and electoral ramifications complicate the matter even further. Environmentalists carefully uprooted a few trees instead of cutting them, and the same were planted in other places. Citizens have been asked to take the lush trees … Continue reading Home-grown
The signboard is fascinating – INSPIRATIONS “Why don’t you put up some notepads and a coffee bar?” “Why should anyone need that here?” “You’ve so many writing prompts.” The owner is rich now, and has published a book. She even rents out writing devices. Just a change in perspective… (279 characters) https://katmyrman.com/2019/10/15/twittering-tales-158-15-october-2019/
The decoration looks like an outbreak of warts on smooth skin. Do I wish that on your magnificence? Do you really think things look good in clusters? The music is obscenely loud. The merriment conceals the melancholy notes of my song. Those hollow things put up there will never know the beauty or fragrance of … Continue reading Of warts and scars
A flower’s worst nightmare ….. by Pallavi
Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
comestolifea flower’s worst nightmare
bloomed majestic and hand-picked by the gardener as a semblance of exquisite beauty
its heart desired to end up in a vase
brighten up an alley, a room, or somewhere be fondly placed
maybe even become a reason to mend a fight or augment a child’s smile
settle for a broach on his coat or a decor in her hair
Alas! dreams of being showered on happy occasions withered away
with its newfound fate.
Chosen for a visit to the cemetery
and left behind with the dead, down in the darkness of reality.
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In response to Christine’s Writing Prompt https://wordpress.com/read/blogs/130149259/posts/11763
Also, in response to Reena’s Exploration Challenge
https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2019/10/10/reenas-exploration-challenge-108/
reverberating musical notes in the air lose their lilting soul if all play at the same time becoming cacophony https://onewomansquest.org/2019/10/14/v-j-s-weekly-challenge-68-play/
Unbridgeable ..... by VJ Knutson
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave unable to fight complex, corrupt webs burdened with guilt feeling inadequate they withdraw into lonely shells which the world calls intellectual ivory towers I believe in a force to make them bounce back with vigour re-establishing kingdoms of fairness and lost identities I … Continue reading Complexity
Michael’s take on the Exploration Challenge!
Poetry Week!!
Reena’s task this week – choose any one line out of the seven given here, and use it as the first line for your piece.
“For I have known them all already, known them all:”
From: “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” by T.S. Eliot
I’ve been here before you know.
Strange as it may seem, but we all have. Most of us choose not to remember, but I am blessed or cursed, depending on your point of view.
Our brains are amazing organs. They can pick and choose what to believe, how to act, and what to recall. I vividly recall two past lives. Not everything but enough to make me believe I was once there. They are both caught up in war. In World War One I was in the trenches on the western front, I can still smell the mud, the blood and the…
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Indira pulled out two wonderful pieces of poetry from her saved drafts, and I decided to translate it for you. English you cannot fit me in frames small, big triangular, square crooked, straight I will move out dissipate in the air you cannot stamp me Hindu, Muslim Sikh, Christian Buddhist, Jain or anything else human … Continue reading Frames
