Indira’s take on Reena’s Exploration Challenge #169
Soul’s memoirs
Soul’s Memoirs ….. by Aishwarya
whispers,
trying hard to ,
percolate soul’s memoirs,
feeble standing guard at threshold,
stiff try.
Poetry Form :- Cinquain ( 2/4/6/8/2 syllables)
Acknowledgements :- Thank you Reena Saxena for hosting the Reena’s Exploration Challenge #169. The challenge is to use the above picture as an inspiration for a piece. For rules please refer here. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.
Unpalatable truth/ palatable lie
Unpalatable truth, palatable lie ….. by Punam
Nostalgia blurs the rough edges
bringing into sharp focus
only the pleasurable moments
making past a perfect browsing ground.
Avoiding a jab of reality
living in soft focus
often makes present palatable
in the present times.
Closing our eyes
masking our true selves
not living by our own rules
will our future be a photoshopped life!
Amusing myself – with voices
No new writing today, so far at least.
No. Today has been filled with Voices. I have completed drafting my voices picture poetry book – Voices (In The Trash). It is similar to the Beechworth Bakery Bears in format – images with a poem they inspired, as a spread across 2 pages of an 8.5 x 8.5 inch book. Essentially, a Children’s Book format, though I don’t really consider myself a children’s writer.
This particular collection of conversations originated from a walk around a large Trash and Treasure Market in Daylesford, Victoria, a couple of years ago. I was fascinated by the life I saw and felt in the myriad objects that filled up a huge space. Everything I saw had a voice and demanded to be written.
So. Today I have finished (or nearly finished) my design work and have made all of my quality compromises to create a…
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Selling The Cure
Selling the cure ……. to isolation …. By Susi Bocks
the great debate
a miracle or a poison
sparing more lives
or dooming future generations
we are fraught with anxiety
but it’s prescribed to allay fears
helping or hurting
time will let us know
In Line
In Line ….. by VJ Knutson
Faint at the sight of needles
a squeamish gene, I’m sure
Suck it up, adult self admonishes
Child looks away, breath held
Sixty-two years its been thus
too many pokes to count
And now there is new promise
a vaccine to ward off the virus
Hope reduced to one tiny vial
believe me, this sleeve’s rolling up.
(Written for Reena’s Exploration challenge. Image is the prompt.)
Thirsting ~ a haiku
thirsting for new worlds
dive headlong into adventure
on wings of hope
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Mindfills by s.s. for Vidya
Fear of syringe
Fear of syringe ……… by Ramya Tantry
It’s been almost a year now,
We have been patiently waiting.
Waiting for a hope, a cure – a vaccine..
Now, that it is here,
Fear of the syringe , makes me go weak in the knees..
dreamed up ~ a haiku
Dreamed up a haiku ………. by s.s.
waiting and watching
what new dreamed-up colours
tinge tomorrow’s dawning
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Mindfills for
Eugi’s weekly prompt – dawning
Reena’s exploration challenge – next normal
Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 169
Hope and Fear …….. by Sadje
Reena is the host of Reena’s Exploration Challenge
Welcome to the next normal, as the stories around us change!
PROMPT #169
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I look at it with anticipation and dejection
The answer to humanity’s problems
It will cure all illnesses, all sickness
One of the greatest discovery of all times
A lot of hope and fear rides on this one injection
If I call it an elixir of life, I won’t be wrong
The only trouble is that it has never been tested
Not on any living being, animal, or human
And till I am given permission to use it on live subjects
How can this greatest discovery be of any use
So I wait with hope and fear
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