Unforgettable ....by VJ Knutson
Unforgettable
Perspectives
Perspectives ..by Eugenia
Reena’s Xploration Challenge – Word play – Anguish
Anguish,.. by Sadje
Reena is the host of RXC
PROMPT #202
Let’s play around with words a little today. Yeah, we do it everyday, but let this word play be a word game.
Unforgettable
One can extract forget, table or able from this word.
I give you three more
- Languish
- Shipwreck
- Customer
You can even change the order of alphabets (like ‘peck’ from shipwreck, or ‘route’ from customer).
Choose any one of the four options given above.
- Mention the original word and your derived word.
- Use it in the piece you write.
- Publish on your blog.
- Copy paste the link in Comments here
Wait for the engagement to happen
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I choose; Languish
My word; Anguish
Anguish
A sharp pain I felt
Like a dagger plunged
Deep into my heart
The anguish, the agony unbearable
I teetered, held out my hand for support
It met empty air………
There was no one there
To…
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The Fall
The Fall ….by Susi Bocks
Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge #202 – Languish & Eugenia’s Weekly Prompt – Autumn
the leaves of autumn
languish on the forest trails
i breathe in the moist fragrance of an october rain
deep into my lungs
what was once green foliage
lush, vibrant and full
now becomes a new carpet for the forest
another layer to add to its history
i sigh heavily and gnash my teeth
for the leaves falling and bare tree branches
signal that summer has unfortunately come to an end
and an awful realization my SADD will soon begin again
Longhorn Crazy 🐜 #Monologue
Longhorn Crazy ….by Jane Aguiar
Shh …. What a mess. These trees are rotten and dirty. When will this man come to his senses? Apart from managing his oxygen banks, this man is destroying forests.
I was grumbling and suddenly my foot slipped and I fell into the water below the tree. My luck was strong, so I fell on the leaf of a Peepal tree.
Hey….what do you say. What kind of ?
You can see it in front of any temple. It has heart-shaped leaves.
Yes … that’s it.
But since the leaf was in the water, I had to stick to it.
Hey….What do you think? ….I’m a black ant.
My name is Longhorn Crazy. This is my scientific name but my biological name is different.
What did you ask? Scientific name mean?
Scientific is the name given by a scientist and biological is the name given by parents….Got it now?
So…
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Paths of a dreamer #poetry and prose.
Paths of a dreamer ….by Jude Itakali
Soft wondering breeze
Searching barren everglades
Nourishing a dream
Where do you go when you’ve given your all but you know you’re not yet finished?
You go to the next level!
My absence for the last couple of weeks has been due to a mammoth effort; striving to finish the penultimate draft of my upcoming novel. (before it goes to the editors)
It is a task that has become a dream
And a dream that has become a task
When the mind goes numb
But the goal keeps hounding at your soul
You keep pressing those keys
Existing in reality
But living amidst the pages
Oh how you love your characters!
How you adore their world
But how do you go beyond your ability–
How do you transcend?
I dip a thought in minds I admire
Turn the pages of those who’ve made worlds beyond comprehension
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Both sides of the coin
As I walked through the streets…
I see people with contention, resignation, and contempt
I see poverty, the struggles, the tussles
I see pride, anger and foolishness
I see the hurt, and the love
I see the happy, and the sad
I see the hopeful and the grumpy
I see sadness, I see joy
I see the brokenhearted,
I see hope
I see humans survive and animals thrive
I see the ripple effects of the pasts
I see the simplemindedness of the people
I see the greed of the elite
I see the souls of the humble
I see the emptiness of the arrogant
I see the ignorance of the society
I see the exploitations of the enlightened
I see the misdirection of the young
I see the futility in the counsel of the wise
I see the groanings of the old
I see the ease amongst the children
I…
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The Cook
The Cook ….by VJ Knutson
She’s in the kitchen
cleaning, prepping
sweetness, wishes
to nurture childlike
longings – sugar laden
gifts, honeyed chops
hooks her men with
culinary preciseness –
as legend prescribes
wants a strong, reliable
type to stir her ovaries
keep her dishing up love
Disappointment, like raw egg
drips off china plates –
shame of misadventures
she cannot scrub away
only serves tea now –
the smell of liquor
mingled with cigarettes
in lecherous calloused
hands turns her stomach
avoids the coffee maker
in the same way, despises
the way the bitter brew
makes her head spin –
wits need to be in order
has settled now as hostess
caters to near strangers
whose attention, riveted
by television screens, are
lulled by the rhythmic
sounds of her sanitizing
while stew simmers in pot,
dreams of romance shelved.
(Originally titled “Hatched”, this poem first appeared here in July, 2017. I am submitting…
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winter flower ~ a haiku
Winter flower – a haiku ….by Sangeetha
winter flower wakes
soaked in summer rain shower
having overslept
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Currents ....by Eugenia
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