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On this cold morning the ghost came
Buried his gold on soil
I pinched myself on who’s to blame
At any rate, such spoil
Icicles were formed overnight
And so cold it gave me a fright
Icicles were formed
Icicles were formed
When snow is melted by sunlight

On this cold morning the ghost came
Leaving some weird feeling
Inside we were playing some game
And the baby’s babbling
What could we do when it’s so cold?
And we have time to look for gold
What could we do?
What could we do?
Don’t be silly, my Mum scold

The only residents remaining in the small town of Miners Hill are spirits.

On this cold, grey day, I stood on top of the hill as the rain started to pour. Thunder rumbled, accompanied by a slash of lightning which sparked the sky for an instant.

I felt totally jaded as…

They walk amongst us
Or do they?
They come out to play
At this time of the year
White floaty figures
Do I believe?
I seem to gravitate
Towards watching shows on tv
About hauntings
Ghosts, spirits
I do believe
In the ghosts of the dead
Even if
Some dont…

Reenas Xploration Challenge #205 Reena Saxena (wordpress.com)

Ghosts are great addition to make stories interesting 

Supernatural always catches the attention of the reader

Things that aren’t possible logically are a breeze for the ghosts 

Traveling to the future or past is not a problem for them

They don’t need to maintain the storyline, at all 

Their translucent presence can be transported over time in a jiffy 

So, by all means, incorporate a ghost or two in your story

But don’t expect me in all seriousness to say

That I do believe in ghosts, for sadly my dear, I don’t

RXC; PROMPT #205

The prompt line is

“Do I believe in ghosts?”

#Keepitalive

#RXC

Filter life’s burden
Try to throw residue out
Become like filtrate
Make your heart clean like filtrate
Let’s be healthy and happy

This post is part of

Reena’s xploration Challenge

Clear water is collected in the beaker as filtrate, and muddy particles on the filter paper as residue. This process is called Muddy water filtration.

Thank you for reading.

Stay Blessed!

It wasn't quite a question
his haunting voice let loose
to wander the labyrinth of my mind
with the intention to confuse

grappling with wayward words
sneaking in to seduce
dancing to my drummer heart,
I knew it was a ruse 

Yet I played along
and let the query suffuse
past filters of my armoured treasure chest
of my invisible inner recluse 

He trailed a touch to wake me up
his scented eyes amused
Apparently, I'd said Yes
and now we're doing 'I Do's 



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Sammi Cox’s weekend writing prompt – 84 words – ‘question’, Eugi’s weekly prompt – haunting, Reena exploration challenge – Filter, Cee’s FOTD,Weekly Prompts by SueW and GC – discovery

Reena’s Xploration Challenge #204

right kind of sieve

With the right size of net

to filter

and

keep 

what is required

and 

what to through away

Somewhere in the deep crevices of my heart

percolating through the filters of thoughts, are scars hiding.

Though inconspicuous, they linger on, haunting me.

At the slightest trigger,  they elicit painful ripples,

mutating into a tempestuous ordeal.

I know not, how to release the hurt,

which seems to have imprisoned itself within me.

I wish the rains would wash them clean

or they would flow away in a burst of lachrymose deluge.

Perhaps the intense heat of the sun would burn them down

or I could just delete them with the press of a button.

Alas, the venomous fangs of toxic memories concocts its poison,

as a sinister vortex of diabolic emotion sucks me into it,

entrapping my mind, in a self-created web of despondency,

 

Reena’s Xploration Challenge # 204 : Filter

 

Eugenia’s weekly prompt : Haunting

“What a tangled web we weave
when first we practice to deceive.”

If only we could filter out bad memories
Expressed conflicts that reached crises
Then we won’t have all the bitter cries
In quiet state disparage ourselves to rhapsodise
Enough bursting gusting emotion on the train
Our observational abilities are surely constrained
Why are we still keeping our fierce loyalty to them?
Are we by circumstances to spiritual exile condemn?
How could we untangle ourselves from their web?
The sand was firm and wide, the tide was on the ebb
When pieces of moments together springing out?
We realised something and we just want to shout
Are we deceiving ourselves to make us feel better?
Then perhaps it’s never too late to alter

For: https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2021/10/21/reenas-xploration-challenge-204/