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It came from somewhere too far to walk, from as far away as the most unreasonable desire, the most devastating hope.  It was a call of desperation pleading for help.  Dozens heard Amelia Earhart’s final, chilling pleas for help, as she ended up marooned on a desert island.  It is thought that Earhart and Fred Noonan who served as her navigator likely took refuge on Gardner Island, now Nikumaroro, a then-uninhabited small island located 2,600 miles off the cost of New Zealand.  Amelia Earhart waded into the Pacific Ocean and climbed into her downed and disabled Lockheed Electra 10E.  She started the engine, turned on the two-way radio and sent out a plea for help, one more desperate than previous messages.  The high tide kept getting higher, and soon it would suck the plane into deeper water, cutting Earhart off from civilization and any chance of rescue.

In 1937…

Inspired by Moonwashed Challenge – Ambitious & Reena’s Exploration Challenge #245

while the wind
carries our destinies
in unexpected directions
our ambitious nature
forges ahead to outcomes longed for
we have hope
and more importantly
desire and passion

This week Reena challenged us to write a prose poem based on this line;

“An excerpts from the book “Extinctions” by Sharmishtha Mohanty. Her new book is positioned as “a book of poetry in prose.”

It came from somewhere too far to walk, from as far away as the most unreasonable desire, the most devastating hope.

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The desire was always there but hidden in the folds of unseen barriers. It was hidden yet near to the core of my heart, but always suppressed. Suppressed yet hoping against hope to get a chance to break through the rigid barriers that kept it imprisoned.

I was firm to lock this longing inside my soul for I was always afraid to let it out. Always afraid to let it be seen or associated with me. For I don’t want to be deemed weak or greedy. I don’t want to be seen…

traps,
laid,
unknown-
shield broken,
familiar terrain,
vulnerable barriers breaks,
affection turns hostile with familiarity.

Poetry form :- Fibonacci Spiral ( 1/1/2/3/5/8/13 syllables)

Acknowledgements :- Thank you Reena Saxena for hosting Reena’s Exploration Challenge #244. The theme for the week is “Who am I”. Thank you Sadje for hosting What do you see challenge #148. The above photo is the inspiration. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.

This challenge is produced byGirlieOnTheEdgewith the following simple rules:
Write six sentences, no more, no less.
Use the current week’s prompt word –BEAT

Crime and Punishment

He’s in therapy now, which he hates, but they tell him it’s the only way he’ll be free of the depression and crippling anxiety and so he’s talking about his childhood and about a time when the chaos in his home was so extreme, his parents both drunk and his mother actually physically attacking his father, that he hid in his bedroom and went to school next day, hungry and with his homework unfinished.

He firmly believes this home atmosphere is at the root of his dark moods, but to his amazement, the therapist hones in on the story he told about the punishment that the teacher gave him because he hadn’t finished his homework.

Please Miss, please…

The air is foul with discontent
Yet soul is rife with good intent
These withered shrubs are heaven-sent!
My tears drip life upon what’s lost
In me I find what I need most
I trim and prune forgotten gifts
with pain and hope I seal those rifts
Like floral blooms through barren cracks
I water gloom with joys once stacked
To scent the air at any cost
In me I find what I need most

The scent of hope beckons lost joy
Want and Will cajole bliss gone coy
What’s within I long to enjoy…
Who am I if not things I do
my hands and lips will tell it true
This vase of life I’m meant to fill
where nature moulds, then nurture heals
Let go of fear and share your dream
‘Dreams beget dreams’ – fate’s secret whim
The old and new are one not two
My…

Reena’s Xploration Challenge #244

PROMPT#244

WHO AM I?

Why waste your time

Why worry day and night

In search of

‘WHO AM I’

What if you learn

You are not body and mind

but

A soul

Will it help you to live and survive

Save your breath and energy

There is no dearth ofproblems in life

Live and let live

Makehay while the Sun shines

Goddoesn’t help one

Who whines and resigns

to see me hiding

disguised among the patchwork

distracting colors—

patterns and shapes diverting

am I safely clandestine?

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