No. It’s not about you. That was just me - seething inside with rage at your barbed innuendos, controlling the desire to pour water on your passionate demands after a battle of stinging words and setting the breakfast table, as if nothing happened last night. I wish it was a nightmare, but it isn’t. I … Continue reading Latent heat
entangled stories weave patterns with no escape -spider’s last journey https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2019/06/12/heeding-haiku-with-chevrefeuille-june-12th-2019-spiderweb/
strange smells of turmeric and honey on my face make me think cosmetic fragrance has no place glistening skin of the seller promises more than a sleekly designed case raw appeal of freshness against packaged hopes with an expiry date wins hands down I choose organic beauty over a ‘fixed’ face mango leaves … Continue reading Wallet share
Balance ….. by Leonard White at lensdiary
He shuffled forward. He could sense the swarm of humanity behind him but kept his eyes fixed to the front. He was patient, recognizing that he had all the time in the world. No, that wasn’t quite right. Single file, another step forward. He was approaching the gates.
The gates hovered over him, disappearing into the misty heights. There were two elevators just inside the gates. The elevator on the right had an UP arrow and the elevator on the left had a DOWN arrow. Before the gates sitting at a desk was a young woman peering at the page of a book.
” If you could just sign here confirming your name and date of birth”. She pointed to a column in the book and extended a pen.
The book was duly signed.
“If you could just step on…
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walls painted by innocent beliefs encase dusty scripts unchanged through centuries entertaining less programming more mindsets I see a witty child painting a fresh clue to the kind of world she wants reverberating with merriment not satire or villainous interjections she’d rather leave that to those who have seen too much of life … Continue reading What do they see?
hands clutching on to a spent life slipping away like sand each particle -a story with forward and backward links hands fearful of the unknown assume the past is a safe place but not the soul flying away -leaving a broken shell in search of new shelters wholesome and whole https://helenevaillant.com/2019/06/11/what-do-you-see-june-11-2019/
Dawn is the most peaceful part of the day, and I choose to be out – walking on a path strewn with autumn leaves or snow or spring flowers. All carry different messages for my day ahead. Crazy me – I pick up a leaf and write a poem on it with the permanent marker … Continue reading Mediums have a voice, not words
her spirit exhausted in fighting -blocked vision -their beliefs she just chose to fly -explore battles on that side https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2019/06/11/photo-challenge-267/
https://iwriteher.com/2019/06/11/i-write-her-weekly-haiku-senryu-challenge-23/ twinning with the earth a mother bears another links - not understood
“How’ve you turned so dark?” “I decided to get out of me, and stop obstructing myself. Whatever remains is just beauty and light, and a path strewn with flowers.” “I can see a new face growing on you.” https://katmyrman.com/2019/06/11/twittering-tales-140-11-june-2019/
