moon maiden watches myths grow till the face is full of unseen craters disguised darkness mortgaged smiles people swearing eternal love under mythical light. she knows the hollowness of a satellite existence Photo Challenge #216
Hollowness of it all
Filtered Mindsets
filtered mindsets stories that I tell myself obfuscated facts build a comfortable base for the rest of my life Tuesday Chatter Weekly
Curtains Fall
The mystery of your presence behind the curtain always held an allure for us. ‘Us’? Yeah… you know the guy things we do, while in college. You were the hottest chick around. Hmm, I have all the letters sent by ‘us’. What? We are married now. It’s certainly not a ‘wife’ thing to do. … Continue reading Curtains Fall
Flowing Rivers
I have tried being a spectator to my thoughts, and discovered the roots of many decisions and assumptions. It was also a grounding experience – to know that I am not always the driver. The triggers lay somewhere else in the subconscious. I may have muted those sounds long ago, but the energy continues to … Continue reading Flowing Rivers
Connections
coming home to roost despite freedom to fly souls love connections Ronovan Writes
Melting away
walk straight gaze at unfriendly dark, skies on the brink of dissolving into torrents watch roadblocks melt in the downpour clearing paths Weekly Writing Challenge #143
Bonding with the Muse
“You give voice to the songs I write! But what would your melodious voice be, without the flow of words?” “Be not vain! My voice gives body to your thoughts.” let me take you somewhere there where erosion of my self enriches your being feels like a union of unreal beings independent but adding value … Continue reading Bonding with the Muse
The Crushing Loneliness
Anna dressed carefully in her black dress, just allowing a dash of white in the scarf and bag. She had been widowed recently, and was following the mourning regimen. She noticed people keep their distance in respect to the widow. Some kind-hearted souls offered membership to the local clubs, so that the crushing loneliness did … Continue reading The Crushing Loneliness
Her friend
“Congratulations, Ira! You have won three prizes this year. We really appreciate your performance, despite working with limited means.” The school principal patted the back of the nine year old, who was smiling from ear to ear. “Ma’m, I would like to be a veterinary doctor, when I grow up…” “You are good enough to … Continue reading Her friend
Being There
It is a collage this week. Writers will connect to it easily.
So, let the fingers align to imagination, and bang on the keyboard. The format can be a a story/poem/rant/anecdotes/journalistic coverage of events/ reflections as usual.
Pour out, and let it flow ….
Flipping in long grass,
skipping, leap-frogging, cartwheeling over stiles,
feet so fleet it feels like flying,
flopping to sit cross-legged on fragrant nature’s floor.
Grass stained shorts. Grubby fingernails
cut careful slits through slim daisy stems.
Threading, making chains to dangle from supple neck.
Carefree sunshine and family love.
Once, this was me.
Breasts swelling, bursting
from a shock-horror bra, hips curving,
and worse, a monthly sticky thing that hurts,
which Grandma calls the curse.
Father stealing small licks to assuage the tip
of his hunger.
Mother loving, supporting
this poor little changeling.
Feeling dirty. filthy images of hot flesh slapping,
moist organs fitting,
slipping wetly…
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