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Inspired by Reena’s Xploration Challenge #280 & Moonwashed Weekly Prompt – Picturesque

born without our choice
present ourselves picturesque
life can shatter us

I wanted to save time in a bottle so I could spend every minute with her when I found out that my wife was pregnant.  My desire was to save every day till eternity passes away, but then coming back from our honeymoon at Niagara Falls, the bus flipped over after it hit a wet patch on the road, and I lost her forever and my dreams would never come true.  I became a widow instead of being a dad and now I wanted to smash that bottle to smithereens.  She was not having my baby and I had to release my anger somehow.  I lined the bottle in my sights and said, “Hang down your head, Tom Dooley, you poor boy, you’re bound to die.”  I pulled my trigger, now it’s dead, watch out daddy has a gun and you better run.  I called my gun Maxwell’s silver hammer…

It was an inspired new logo. The “green agenda” that had been perpetrated on the country with false claims and for nefarious reasons was finally getting resistance. Sales of t-shirts with the clever logo showing a visualized shattering of the environmentally unfriendly power grabbing Green Agenda’s hold on public opinion were through the roof!
There just may be a hopeful direction for the country on the horizon as the voting public obviously wants their dismay and disillusionment to be known… and shown.

https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2023/05/18/reenas-xploration-challenge-280/

Composure shattering

Spontaneous combustion

Exploding under pressure

-— . —

How much stress can I bear?

For how long can my brain withstand

All the demands the society makes on it

— . —

Ultimately there will a huge outburst

The dam will break and all the water will flow out

The balloon will rupture, spilling out the gas

— . —

Beware, for this not a threat but a warning

It’s not just a possibility but an eventuality

That today’s lifestyle is pushing us all towards!

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In response to; RXC Prompt #280, hosted by Reena

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Reena’s Xploration Challenge #279

Prompt words are

Was that really me?

from that introvert freak
timid
confused
always trying to please others
so they will not criticize me
coming out of the shell
was so difficult
but
I managed slowly
by
learning new things every day
counting on small achievements
patting her own back
rewarding herself
taking the remote control
of happiness
in my own hands
gaining confidence bit by bit
no more begging for appreciation
no more copying others
no more fear of rejection
still caring and loving people
Often asking the mirror
was that weak-willed
really me

Yes, but it’s now
gone. You’re just
the radiation, lighter
than the sun stepping
through evening’s window.

No, not gone. The past is
a twisted mirror trying
to bend its way back
to meaningful shape, a face
made of its own grammar,
and you watch as it attempts
to pull coherence into eyes.

Sometimes a word comes
through the glass between you
and shimmers across your blood
and moves into moment. But then
the past falls into itself and you’re left
walking alone, shuffling to a future
and a self that doesn’t yet speak
but can be heard.

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Written for Reena’s Xploration Challenge #279. The prompt was “Was that really me?”

Was That Really Me?

it’s the smile; or maybe not, that i long for, a ray of sunshine
that crosses beaming when you’re around-
the laughter, that feels like a calming melody, my heart’s balm-
soothes my restless soul,
or maybe it isn’t;
‘cos more than that, i miss my laughter when i am with you.

it’s the chitter-chatter; or maybe not, that i yearn for, a lively discussion
that perks up my mood,
breaking the tension when you’re around-
the nonsensical matters, that feels like a loving conversation,
my mind’s sanctuary-
tampers my spirit,
or maybe it isn’t;
‘cos more than that, i miss myself talking non-stop when i am with you.

it’s the cuddling; or maybe not, that
i crave for,
a sense of security
that makes loving affectionately beautiful when you’re around –
the gentle fondle,
my body’s silent sanctuary-
eases my being,
or maybe it isn’t;