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Reena’s Xploration Challenge #241

#PROMPT 241

A single-line prompt for this week –

The only ghost that scares is a past version of you.

Rather than the ghost

of a past versionof me

scares memost

the present version of me

a product of

the past irreversible mistakes

Only solace

I learned

the lesson

‘Count Your Blessings ‘

I was five, I said no,
I don’t want his name behind my name.
As if I sensed what was to come.
But the tree was rooted, or rather re-rooted.
And I grew thereby
proving perhaps his parenthood.
Uglier then uglier versions of me,
on me like a cheap suit.
Then you don’t rise from ashes
without having been in the fire.
My spirit surviving through
the ghost of who I was
vanishing as the old warthog’s ashes
splashed into the swamp
from the boardwalk at fisherman’s landing.

Writing RXercising.

-When she opened the door, Dorothy revealed the resplendent spectacle of Munchkin Land. –

This was cinematic genius and a commentary on the human capacity to appreciate beauty.

Engineers, build.
Mathematicians, figure.
Philosophers, think.
And, artists and poets, add resplendence to our existence.

Don’t let anyone tell you who is most ‘essential’ to your community or the world. We ALL are.

https://amanpan.com/2022/08/02/moonwashed-weekly-challenge-resplendent-august-2-2022/

Inspired by Sadje’s What do you see #145

blank pages, blank spaces, and blank canvasses await
beckoning all forms of art

to please

fill the room with magic
make a fierce statement
rouse all our senses with delight

please

express what needs releasing

https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/author/reinventionsreena/ word prompt ”The only ghost that scares is a past version of you and https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2022/07/17/wordle-561/.

The only ghost that scares is a past version of you, were the words trickling through her dreams. Night after night, spirits would call their warning. A low growl, followed by a dark hum and she would see things happen she did not want to see.

A warped sense of a glum future, a time where the whole world is falling into little pieces around her, and there was nothing she could do. Everywhere she would run to, the landscape would crumble around, and fall.

She was lost, her bones aching, as the land split into fire and there was nothing she could do. Run? Where to? Each road fell apart, just like the rest. And then she would wake up, hear the birds singing, and it was all a…

In the spirit of the past

pray that it wasn’t so glum

birds flew and events had passed

some tune I couldn’t even hum

no need to run after me

pray that it wasn’t so glum

lost to the world but can’t be free

willowy tree outside my door

no need to run after me

myths of failure that I could score

growling dog calling for his bones

no need to run after me

water trickling down those stones

one two three and I would be off

growling dog calling for his bones

yet I’m not ready to scoff

in the spirit of the past

one two three and I would be off

birds flew and events had passed*

(c) ladyleemanila 2022

• The Terzanelle

For: https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2022/07/28/reenas-xploration-challenge-241/, https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2022/07/17/wordle-561/

A wide range of connectivity standards like Wi-Fi, Bluetooth, Zigbee, or Thread are used by the Internet of Things (IoT) and smart devices to establish data connectivity with a local network.  The number of smart devices and the technology demands Americans placed on their homes jumped dramatically in 2020 and it is expected to keep on increasing.  Smart products connect to the internet, so you can control them from your phone via a companion app.  Most will also work with various forms of voice control.  Connected devices includes laptops, tablets, and smartphones, along with video streaming devices and smart televisions, wireless headphones and earbuds, gaming consoles and smart home devices, fitness trackers and connected exercise machines, and endless others.  People make use of smart devices to adjust the temperature and lighting inside of their homes and to automatically close their garage door every night at a specific time.  Tomorrow’s smart…

Implacably Human

The dawn settles

pensive and oyster-shell pink

into the stinging arms

of another edge-less morning.

–

Each day I wake up

drifting from one

dream to another,

transparent and ubiquitous

like a jellyfish.

–

It was the lies

that caused the breach

not what those lies

sought to obfuscate.

It is always the lies

but no one gets that

they think

trust is lost

in the imperfections,

in the momentary cruelties.

We all lie.

When I say

I am certain

that is always a lie

because I never am.

I don’t know

means more

than pity anyhow.

I don’t know

is implacably human.

–

Sometimes

I want to hear

nice things.

I want to be

spoken to the way

a child speaks

when blowing off

the head of a dandelion.

I want the dusk

delicate and womb soft

to envelop me

but…

Bemused I look at my bloodied, skinned knees

Knees lacerated and raw from crawling all over

Over the jagged and cruel edges of reality

Reality which had been summarily discarded

Discarded foolishly in favour of fanciful fantasy

Fantasy which turned into smithereens everything

Everything now seems lost forever, but…

But now I am retrieving broken pieces of those dreams

Dreams thus fragmented, you may say, would do no good

Good times alas seem far-fetched and unreal

Unreal cadence of yesterday mars my today

Today the salt from my eyes may sting these dreams

Dreams that continue to lie shattered and prone

Prone and battered completely out of shape

Shape of my future splintered badly so

So I gently lay them away from the escarpment

Escarpment which beckons with suicidal notions

Notions that may make them fall off the precipice again

Again to be shattered and scattered…