General

again, no water!

lips parched and dry

longing to sup dew from

a single leaf clinging to life

before its last disconnect.

concerned for her children,

she harangued customer service,

her rant lapsed on the weary.

come morning, the skies awakened

in fairytale fashion, cascading tears

from unwritten poems.

a dazzling performance

Reena’s Exploration Challenge#168

A breakdown in domestic water supply – A harangued home-maker

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Your Daily Word Prompt – Lapse – January, 14, 2021

-Eugenia

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A breakdown in domestic water supply caused the town leaders to consider new alternatives and they made an appointment to talk with the well water sales engineer today.  When Mr. Jones arrived, they asked him what type of guarantee they would get for their money, if they decided to invest in this well water system technology.  Mr. Jones said that he would need a retainer to do a study and depending on what information came from that, then he could give them an estimate.  Mr. Jones told them, “Since you can’t see ground water, we have hydrologists on staff that utilize scientific methods to find water, but this can be a crap shoot and sometimes your neighbor may have water and you won’t.  We will have some test holes drilled and check our records that we have acquired for all the holes that were drilled in this area and that…

The crows cawed cawed a curse,

The busy people never knew,

Noisily amongst their kin they carried,

Secret keeping they didn’t do.

Beyond the dragons of ire,

Where seething flames spit unhindered through darkness and light,

Beyond the mountains of desire,

Where unsurmountable peaks brushed against canvas of sky,

Did they stop to quench their thirst from teeming rivers of plentitude?

Did they stop to admire the valleys of unwilting blooms ?

What transpired between then and now,

The busy people never knew,

The crows cawed cawed a curse,

Putting all to slumber,

Sleeping beauty like I not know?

Shrouded in minds of obscurity,

Lying thicketed in clouds of uncertainty.

The crows cawed cawed a curse,

Putting all to slumber,

Sleeping beauty like I not know?

Only to wake up,

21 years into the 21st century,

And to find,

People scared of people,

The crows cawed cawed a curse,

And…

I am an unwelcome intruder in my own citadel
my diligently built fortress run over by night crawlers
a glare, a scowl, a stare
I slink back sheepishly to nowhere!

Bent busily over their machines, they go about their operations
making me feel utterly useless and unwanted as they finish their assignments
the day time squatters of my prime property
banish me from my own domain with alacrity!

No laundry, no dishes, no talking or sleeping
mute and invisible, hands on for trouble shooting
I am their safety valve but the roiling in my inner
like the pressure cooker on constant simmer!

My feelings crest and crash regularly
delight on a vacation, sleep is of late a foe
restlessness and angst come and go
I laugh, live and love despite the gnawing hollow!

The dark night of my soul has never been darker than now
there seems no heuristic approach

I woke up in 2021

mankind still struggles with the past

courage applauded

Reena’s Exploration Challenge#167

I woke up in 2021 ….

-Eugenia

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है मर्ज़ वही पुराना दवा क्या है
नए साल में आखिर नया क्या है

रखता है परहेज़ वो अब भी मिलने से
शायद नहीं जानता वो दया क्या है

क्या पढ़ेगा वो जो हमने लिखा नहीं
जो पूछता है हमसे बयां क्या है

सूख चुके हों जिन आँखों के आँसूं
वो झुकें भी तो उनकी हया क्या है

करके दिल्लगी हमसे पूछते हो अमित
इस खेल में तुम्हारा गया क्या है

In response to: Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 167

I woke up in 2021 from a coma 
and went right back into trauma
coz everywhere I looked
people were nuked
by a virus they called the corona

Reena’s exploration challenge – I woke up in 2021

I woke up in 2021…They talked about the year’s demise. The cadaverous yesteryear, perchance, is still lurking in the venomous, moth-eaten chronicles. Putrifying, wafting off an exceptional noisome smell. Once again the year begins with a pound in the chest, completely knocking you down. Standing at the cul-de-sac my eyes glazed over the sable night. Hopefully, it ends differently.

Beneath the graceful curve of the sky, where I tossed a handful of seeds, where blissful clumps of perennials pregnant with plump fruits with copious creepers bursting at the seam bestride the trees in the manner of a leafy colossus. They allure vociferous macaw and indigenous chirpy flinches with their tails dipped in cherry, preening themselves with absurd indifference. Here ladybugs and ants scurry along the callow shoots and burgeoning foliage like colonel blimp. The soft singsong of the leaves awakens a restful ache to lose yourself in the heartening…

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Welcome to much-awaited 2021! Wish you all a very Happy New Year, brimming with creativity and more freedom than you had in the year that passed away!

+1 is always good. 2020+1 seems better. I hope we are able to say Thank You, 2021 — You were the best.

Well, we go ahead with the Exploration Challenge, as usual, finding a way to connect with your brilliance every week. I’ve just changed the cover pic, just for that feel of something new.

PROMPT #167

I woke up in 2021 ….

Take it ahead in any manner you like – fiction, fantasy, poetry, essay, reflections or art.

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I woke up in 2021…….

And was totally disoriented

Loud bangs and fireworks were going on in the streets

Throngs of people celebrating the new year with joy and excitement

What was going on, and…