General

Hey everyone, before my take on Reena’s Xploration Challenge, I have some sparkling news.

It gives me great pleasure to announce that I’ll be part of the upcoming Hidden in Childhood poetry anthology. Huge thanks to Gabriella Marie Milton and Literary Revelations Publishing House for the opportunity to join over 150 remarkable poets in this captivating compilation.

If you open the pages of this poetry collection, you will be mesmerized by the talent of the contributors, and by the range of stylistic approaches they use to recreate the world of childhood. The pages you will read memorialize the beauty and magic of childhood – remembrance of love and fairytales – as well as its ugliness – abuses, poverty – that unfortunately still exist in our world…

Extract from Gabriela’s preface, continued HERE

This really does promise to be something special.

Okay, do you sometimes accept to be taken advantage…

P.C :- RXC # 262

To the accompaniment of beats and drums,

dance and music,

They are carried to a place far away,

one last time on shoulders of gratitude.

Devoid of colours and life,

Death, a final engagement on this planet,

A special somebody to me, a nobody to everybody.

Pain, can’t be easily put on paper,

neither can be shared ,

days, months, years or a lifetime it takes.

Old sands of time give way to newness, undoubtedly,

But bouts of pain, hurt, loss too cloistered to be revealed,

Like pieces of puzzle waiting to be assembled they thrive around our being,

in abeyance.

Random dreams paint vivid caricatures,

In it I hold on to what never really was,

Evolving in dreams,

i gather strands of reality never lived,

Wondering whether, death a final dream

where pain obliterates on a different plane ?

A masterstroke.

139 words

Acknowledgements :-…

Reena’s Xploration Challenge #262

Challenge # 262

Dare to Dream Big

So many colors
are there
to paint your dreams
to your choice and taste
Move away
from your black-and-white dreams
Destiny and goals
might have been written
but the fun is in
trying
and
coloring
so
dare
to dream big

For my last poem of the week I’ve amalgamated 2 prompts from Moonwashed Weekly Prompts (New Dawnings) & Reena’s Xploration Challenge #262 (Random Dreams) titled Random Dawnings of New Dreams. Hope that ye enjoy the read! 🤞🙏😁📖

RANDOM DAWNINGS OF NEW DREAMS

A New Year brings with it
Promises of New Dawnings
Interspersed with
Drowsy yawnings
As it sleepily emerges
Into life
From last year’s slumber
With it’s random dreams
On our mind’s cinema screens
If we’re willing
To stop fawning
Over the year that is past
You’ll stop spawning
The same results
Eliminate the drama
And inner tumult
Time to tear asunder
Old habits
And break through the glass
Ceiling
Of your self-imposed limitations
Otherwise
New Dawnings
will become
Chasms yawning
Of could have beens.
Should’ve beens
Chances to change
Won’t keep falling
Into your lap
Time to tap
Into your potential
It’s enlightening
It’s exponential
It could…

In an acre of land, green, red

Paint spread like a peaceful plot

And colours everywhere to head

In an acre of land, green, red

Such beauty to admire and tread

To appreciate what we have got

In an acre of land, green, red

Paint spread like a peaceful plot*

(c) ladyleemanila 2023

*A Triolet is a poetic form consisting of only 8 lines. Within a Triolet, the 1st, 4th, and 7th lines repeat, and the 2nd and 8th lines do as well. The rhyme scheme is simple: ABaAabAB, capital letters representing the repeated lines.

For: https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2023/01/05/reenas-xploration-challenge-262/

Reena’s Xploration Challenge

how does one hear colors
when there were once
laughter and fireworks
now it’s- the numbing silence
of longing and broken promises
how does one see its effects
when everywhere you turn
the lenses of adulthood
suffers from astigmatism?
how does one provide
a sufficient description
when all through her life
all she tasted
were the insipidities
of a poverty drenched life
how does one feel
the spectrum of its essence
when the whole world
is color blind
with the gripping need
to paint the skin in order to
feel something within
drive ourselves to the extreme
taint our lives to some extent
just to realize we are actually living
oh how I wish trees
emit hues with oxygen
that everytime we breathe
we glow a little
then we can all stop taking it
from our lil’ munchkins and kids
perhaps, we can learn
to create it…

Mr. Epperson did not design
his own dreams, these silly shreds
of memory, the strange refuse
and smoke of incomplete days.

The black sky folds, the moon
and its hours watch this man
be enslaved again to a swarm
of nothing. But after 43 years,

he finally saw something inside
the nightly mist, the supercilious
circling of eyes from a friend
dead decades earlier. Words

hummed from the stars, neither
hostile nor peaceful, but present
beyond the trappings of dream
and art, but the window came,

and, in his room, the face withdrew
with the mist, and Mr. Epperson
became nothing too.

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Written for Reena’s Xploration Challenge #262 – Random Dreams

Random Dreams

random dreams upon my broken limbs
lingered slowly as it navigated to break free
dreams that have been my greatest solace
in those days when my world was in a total mess
random dreams, that’s all i got in a place full of regrets.

random dreams upon my broken heart
yearned deeply as it tried to come out of the pit
dreams that have been my bravest allies
in those occassions when living means denying
random dreams, that’s all i got in my life full of grief.

random dreams upon my vanquished soul
longed completely to be honored and fulfilled
in those moments when dreaming was impossible
random dreams, that’s all i got in my solitude full of chaos.

random dreams upon my forgotten self
random dreams, that’s all i got

until i got you.

For Reena’s Exploration Challenge

Reena’s Xploration Challenge #262

scented summer breeze
swept off by a random dream
into daffodils

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Mindfills for FOWC ~ swept; Reena’s exploration challenge ~ random dreams; Cee’s FOTD