world reactivates awakening from its slumber at the crack of dawn https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2019/08/14/heeding-haiku-with-chevrefeuille-august-14th-2019-your-penname-or-blogname/
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world reactivates awakening from its slumber at the crack of dawn https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2019/08/14/heeding-haiku-with-chevrefeuille-august-14th-2019-your-penname-or-blogname/
topsy-turviness beckons as I seek to discover undercurrents of chaos -the order that lies beneath https://patriciasplace.me/2019/08/14/in-other-words-topsy-turvey/
The inspiring piece I choose from the Poetics Challenge at https://dversepoets.com/2019/08/13/tuesday-poetics-lost-in-translation/ is Anniversary And we go on and on, neither sleeping nor awake, towards the meeting, unaware that we are already there. That the silence is perfect, and that the flesh is gone. The call still is not heard nor does the Caller reveal his … Continue reading Beyond
Memory ….. by Len

People once present to me with all their charisma and lust for life are now phantoms in my mind. I try to recall some image that captures their life’s essence but come up empty.
My wife says ” Do you remember Richard, that tall, skinny guy, bald head which he covered with that outlandish hat. He had that red bushy beard which grew down to his chest, always cracking jokes. You must remember. “
I recall the name and his allotted space in the gallery of my mind but Richard is just a reflected shadow lacking the colour and vitality of the original. Everything fades with time.
News reports say the plane crash landed. The pilot alone knows the truth. He was searching for Atlantis, which does not exist. Blame it on Ayn Rand, and the false hopes she built about an ideal world, in her epic work Atlas Shrugged. All said and done, life would never be the same again. Nor … Continue reading What a writer does
Fifty thousand vehicles are in queue to enter the flooded town. Some carry relief material. Some carry mothers wanting to reach their children. Sounds from the radio are ominous “Two gates of the overflowing dam to be opened”. The motorists see water gushing their way. End of hope. (280 characters) https://katmyrman.com/2019/08/13/twittering-tales-149-13-august-2019/
voices tell me what to do voices I don’t like voices try to break my silence provoke me into taking a stand shadows lurk in the background shadows overpower my presence shadows suppress my light shadows not mine – but the source of voices Insanity? https://dversepoets.com/2019/08/12/quadrille-85-raising-our-poetic-voices/ https://amanpan.com/2019/08/12/brewnspew-cafe-august-12-2019/
Caption for Reena ….. by VJ Knutson

“Honey, I think I might know who has been stalking us.”
Reena’s Exploration challenge this week asks us to caption the photo.
snapshots of those who turned away, those yet to come, empty spaces in between - frame life https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2019/08/08/reenas-exploration-challenge-99/
Oh,no! There you go….. once again carrying my dreams with you sketches on that notepad frozen shots entrapped in power zones with glue ideas that flew so smooth stopped mid-air unaware of destinations I await my fate hanging at your mercy I come again -yet another meeting notepads, screenshots scribbled thoughts of the … Continue reading Meetings