Welcome back! FEATURED CONTRIBUTION If there is a profound message in simple words, it is this. A hot cup of tea— thanks to the hands around the world that passed it to me Visit Suzette B. 's blog to read more. PROMPT #359 Next week's prompt will be the last one for 2024. We will … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #359
The red sari that widows are not allowed to wear mocked her whenever she peeked into her present wardrobe of pastels. “You are still young,” said someone, looking at her hopefully. She did not want to be trapped in a marital bond again, not after having experienced bliss in a solitary existence. “I’ll gift this … Continue reading The Red Sari
when they sought different, yet held handswhen they let their boats float on arid sandsa just-released smile was a cause of mirthwho says they were separated by birth “Whatcha’ talking about, Willis” was the refrainAdventures chose to board Arnold’s trainSupportive Sis, Kimberley - the sensible oneTogether they kept housekeepers on the run… Drummond - the … Continue reading Different Strokes
What kind of sounds do their souls emanatetheir essence scooped out - too soon or too late?Did they grow unhindered to their full potential?before gifting shells l to those who appreciate their essence scooped out - too soon or too lateI wonder if they cry for what has been lostbefore gifting shells l to those … Continue reading Potential
don't take me intill you unclothe my thirsty souldon't take me inmy captivating fashion senseenvelopes emaciationstarved of understanding; I killdon't take me in W3 Prompt #136
let me take you wheretalent unbroken and wholea thousand splendid soulsreside in anonymity let us try to give them a namethey’re not hungry for famebut for my sake and yoursthey need visibility let them clash with no onethey don’t crave powerI see enhanced worlds with exposureIt is a rare beauty Source of Inspiration Moonwashed Weekly … Continue reading Unbroken talent
Those suppressed sounds, reverberate on snooze, buttons pressed to let them sleep dreams clutched tight stalk, awake-ephemeral, moments of moldable clay capacity, drives borrowed consciousness, alarms ring in twilight zonesthe day I know, why I stepped out of bed, darkened suns will fly aglow a song will play, parting silent lips now, bells will welcome a … Continue reading Missed Alarms
Personification is distinct from personal recognition. One is a mere image, the other a true understanding. When you personify, you translate my essence into an image that you have of me and eulogise or worship me. You have placed aquatic creatures that do not belong here, and I can sense their discomfort. You drew stars … Continue reading Personification
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