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
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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
Flames don’t last forever
expecting permanence in a mortal existence flames don’t last forever why should a love not sever ties that give a lot of pleasure but make one feel claustrophobic? love defies all logic believes life is magic we need a different air to breathe flames don’t last forever but make one feel claustrophobic we need a … Continue reading Flames don’t last forever
Interactive themes
It is an excellent workshop. We choose fabric scraps we like from the heap, and fashion it into outfit ideas. Then, we move to the circular rack with hanging garments, and make our choices a second time. Some of us make different choices the second time. The facilitator helps us interpret our choices to show … Continue reading Interactive themes
Translated poem – Give me a story
let me recognize myself Give me a scar leave some remnants of you Give me a story…… no assurance no promises nothing lost Give me a story….. your benevolence, not love kisses on the forehead not on my lips Give me a story….. one-sided love interpreted as right folly of my innocence Give me a … Continue reading Translated poem – Give me a story
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 63
Welcome to Week 63! Prompt Here is an intriguing picture shared by Harvey Kraft on LinkedIn. The picture by itself can tell a thousand stories. But I am increasing the complexity a little. Here is a paragraph from another source. So what exactly happened here? A woman felt powerless because she was unable to … Continue reading Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 63
Intent
Those face s hanging from the cliff will not let me rest in peace – even in my grave. I can hear silent, mocking laughter every moment. I’m sure this must be Hell. If there is a God, He is mighty upset with me. These people are presumably punished for their crimes. One by one … Continue reading Intent
Warmth
a warm blanket in my arms thaws the hands and my heart permanence of love a fuzzy feel beyond the realms of life and death never turns me cold never lets me down Tuesday Poetics at dVerse
MUMBAI-PUNE EXPRESSWAY
I drove through the clouds at Khandala* fluffy white shapes around me, the valley below, strong and silent I was young, with aspirations and dreams, floating through the foggy density. feeling droplets on an extended palm, watching those catalyse creativity. The next time around, dark clouds acquired menacing shapes threatened to engulf me in obscurity. … Continue reading MUMBAI-PUNE EXPRESSWAY
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