Let Me Go
need strength to walk
away from pleasure and pain
the remnants of our past
keep me connected to you
my brain thunders
with the memories
of our souls being as one
the connection everlasting
a fleeting hope of resurrection
pins me to you still
a false statement of contrition
tires my commitment
stop playing games
with my affection
break this hold
if it’s not real
please let me break free
Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge Week 63
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House of Empathy
I cannot believe my eyes. The priest is dressed like a jester in tights with a multicolour diamond pattern on it. The secretary I kicked out yesterday is a Queen in a velvet robe, seated on a throne studded with gemstones. I recognize my toddler from his face. But he is now grown up, and … Continue reading House of Empathy
Adventure
She had once fancied a life on wheels. The hotel rooms felt blissful after a long day, where she could pass out in a jiffy and dream of future adventures. The soup and fish does not taste as good now. It has been a long time, since she had a wholesome, homemade meal. Her dreams … Continue reading Adventure
Harvesting goodwill
back to innocence enjoy seasonal bonhomie harvest of goodwill Haikai Challenge #61
Till the next …..
She thinks they are in love. Deep inside, she knows it will last till the next manic phase. He has inherited bipolar disorder, and she is tired of living on the fringes of sanity. (34 words) Weekend Writing Prompt #81
Vilify
For this week’s Lucky Dip, Sarah reached into her mystery bag and pulled out a Clerihew. Clerihew A Clerihew is a comic verse consisting of two couplets and a specific rhyming scheme, aabb invented by Edmund Clerihew Bentley (1875-1956) at the age of 16. The poem is about/deals with a person/character within the first rhyme. Saturday … Continue reading Vilify
That one force
lifetimes roll by playing roles where the characters don’t recognize each other yet share that one force we call a soul SoCS
I found a truth today
I found a truth today,
hiding in a pool of yellow sunlight,
where a red leaf curled
and in the tree above, a robin sang.
I found a truth today,
racing in the stream
with the yellow poplar leaves,
where lords and ladies unfurl their new green banners,
for beneath the rustling brown carpet
life is stirring.
I found a truth today
that explains the emptiness,
the mist that hangs on every bough,
in every longed-for sight and song.
Happiness is the two wings of a bird,
the hand that holds, the hand that is held,
it is the giving and the given,
the walking in step.
The truth I found—
happiness is not,
unless it is shared.
Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: Karma
