Brouhaha ..... by VJ Knutson
Brouhaha
Brouhaha ..... by VJ Knutson
Follow the leader …. by Len

This is my fictional contribution to the above prompt..
It’s a noisy world. So much information screaming at me …..it fries my brain. Should I press the mute button? Retreat and dialogue with my inner self for a saner discourse. Except there is no discourse just confusion, boredom and lack of ideas. My thoughts refuse to percolate unless sparked by a superior being. I’m just a follower and I need a strong leader to show me the way forward.
I found him about twenty years ago. I was watching his biography on CNN. He was so certain in his speech. He knew what he wanted and went for it. Sure there was some scandal. But there’s always people trying to drag the strong…
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“Why is the young man hanging from the window?” “Maybe he’s a thief. Maybe his girlfriend is in there.….” “But he has to get in or come down. I don’t see a pipe on the wall to climb.” “That exactly is the moral of the story. One should not climb on a moving base to … Continue reading Not interesting
“Get the black suits out for the funeral.” “Are you crazy, Tom? He is your father, and we are just shifting him to hospital.” “This plant had grown 55 inches in a day, when Mom passed away. It is again growing at a high speed. These tendrils are the tentacles of death.” “Letz throw it … Continue reading Tentacles
I choose the words 'colors' and 'life'. writing gives me freedom paint words in soul colors I choose colors sandwiched between extremes black and white - do not a life make whole spectrums invite me to recolor life's ends https://colleenchesebro.com/2019/09/03/colleens-2019-weekly-tanka-tuesday-poetry-challenge-no-142-1st-of-the-month-poetschoice/
monstrosities sethearts aflame - poised for revengeonlookers ignorevictim's suffering, blame forunfeminine violence https://patriciasplace.me/2019/09/04/in-other-words-aflame/
spaces within me drive me to serene islands to fill emptiness https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2019/09/04/heeding-haiku-with-chevrefeuille-september-4th-2019-holy-isle-or-holy-island/
fallen from a wing left out of a flight - dejected feathers mourn themselves I see the sadness behind bright resplendence of colors Art by Beverly Dyer https://dversepoets.com/2019/09/03/poetics-art-as-inspiration-introducing-beverly-dyer/
multiple eyes piercing my tattered existence….. Is that God an alien ship a dictator’s dream or my battered conscience? https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2019/09/03/photo-challenge-279/
Sage needs to be added before or during the cooking process to flavour a meat. A person becomes a sage, after life has flavoured his/her thinking process. I don’t know who decided that the flavour matters, not the time of addition or impact. Language hides a lot of humor and pain. It has been created … Continue reading Flavors