General

this heavy heart
of tightly cemented blocks
patch the hole you left

but why do i still
give you the power
over my existence

when i long to be set free
like “he loves me not”
plucked petals

Reena is the host of Reena’s Xploration Challenge

PROMPT #192

It’s an image prompt.

There is no restriction on length of the piece. There is no last date either, unless you wish to be featured in the Weekly Wrap.

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Holding it with all his might

Lest that it may break free from his grasp

This is all that he has earned in his life

A little house to call his own 

An umbrella of security to guard against the rainy days

A few meager possessions, threadbare and poorly

But he had his pride intact

Pride he had in his impeccable honesty 

And a reputation that wasn’t tarnished by temptation 

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Last week I played devil’s advocate, ridiculing the virtues of honesty. So it’s just fitting that this week we take pride in threadbare respectability of honest living.

#Keepitalive

#RXC

Walking into the dimly-lit narrow
paved within, a cliched thing
bumbles from its crumbling
dark then sways on the broken
walk before me.

Metaphors grope for coherence
among themselves, and words
are guttered with green and brown.
Abandoned phrases smile
with shadows surrounding.

Windows eye each step,
my mind moves beneath
these yellowed mouths of street lamps.
I let the air’s stagnant pulse pull me
again to the alleyway, puddled
with the spittle of cheap rhetoric.

There used to be
uniformed men here, maintaining
their beat, shooting the unmetered
children back into their unsaid dens.
Now creatures teeth the air.

I search the dumpsters and the pockets of peddlers
presenting their tired word choices and bad
enjambments. Why do I let myself
return to the rhythms of this road?
I’m finished with this night. I claw
through the unfinished songs dripping
from balconies, pockets full
of begging, and brush beyond

Inspired by Reena’sExploration Challenge – 7/22/21 & Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Soaring

protestors up in arms fighting the good fight
light and air pollution
large garbage patches dotting our oceans
space debris circulating mother earth

astronauts soaring above looking down
witnessing it all, seeing clearly
most of the people residing here
lacking demonstrable empathy

the inhabitants shortsighting their future
i say let it burn
go further into destruction
finish the job

mother will heal when we are gone

A white rabbit checked his watch and then exclaimed that he was late and in ‘Late Lament’ by the Moody Blues, they talked about a “Cold-hearted orb that rules the night” and wondered “which is an illusion”.  The rabbit is just silly, but drummer Graeme Edge makes us think that as time passes, what is actually going on.  Time is grouped into periods of past, present and future, or yesterday, today and tomorrow, but what is time?  Isaac Newton described it as absolute, but Einstein proved that time is relative, and, shockingly, that time and space are intricately interwoven.  Recent work in string theory and quantum gravity suggests that space and time may not be fundamental.  If we look at the stars, we are seeing the past and even when we see a flash of lighting at a short distance away, we are seeing something that happened a hundredth of…