will you love me more if the emotions I display are handmade and tangible for you to touch and feel than consecration of my whole self? In other words, handmade at Patricia's Place
Consecration
Silence finds ….
Here, I add my two lines to the Tan Renga started by Chevrefeuille. silence found the colorful sky at sunset – cicadas sing soon enveloped by darkness touching new meaning within
Volcanoes that burst
repressed ‘better half’ of the human race breaks free of the irony finds a voice fights back unafraid of calling out who objectified her pricking the bubbles of the power-intoxicated bringing them down to earth with an unexpected thud. It was not an earthquake that kills people but … the lava will burn uncontrolled … Continue reading Volcanoes that burst
Art creates the New Man
Thank you, Merril D. Smith, for suggesting than an erasure poem might fit the prompt. I found an article by Maria Popova on Brainpickings, about art being omnipresent, but not recognized or visible as such. It is about the biography of Walt Whitman by John Burroughs. She calls it more than a biography. Here's the … Continue reading Art creates the New Man
Faith returns
a burst of color sets hearts and forests aflame pure love reigns supreme species co-creating warmth God’s design – faith returns What Do You See?
Masks we don
splashes of dark paint reveal controlling fingers behind our masks our desire to look good with compulsion to comply drives dramas of life Photo Prompt #250 Artist: Origin Eight
Empty, not out
anticipation empty is not so scary if refills follow it precedes all renewal makes space for regeneration BrewNSpew Cafe Image credit: torialysha dot com
Solitude
I celebrate the night not for its somnambulistic effect, but the thoughts and dreams it generates. The darkness in the external world, lights up a different world inside. I feel at peace, because there is no demand, urgency or distraction from external sources. The lava inside me also chooses to flare up when nobody is … Continue reading Solitude
Claustrophobic
She chokes as the prickly fingers gather around her, moving fast to remould her existence. Her attempts at escape are thwarted by new arms sprouting up, like the tentacles of an octopus. No wonder he is worshipped as a genius life-giver. However, she wants to lead her own life, not the one ‘given’. The character … Continue reading Claustrophobic
Exhausted
mouth-to-mouth exhaustion – choking efforts my loved one’s still cold Haikai Challenge #72
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