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Reena’s Exploration Challenge #166

PROMPT #166

I’m employing a reverse strategy for the last prompt in this year.

Here are two short pieces for the prompt.

inkblots mutateto form pictures,alphabets,storiesI did not createdecorated treessway to songsemanating frommasked lipsimagining smilesthat reachtwinkling toes andluminous tips

You can choose either one or both. You don’t have to write anything, unless you are so inspired that you cannot resist sharing a piece.

My Take-

Not mere the inkblots

Each word choosen mindfully

Depicts emotions

State of mind of the writer

And the places where it dwells

As
they walk
hand in hand,
smiles radiate,
feelings swell in the backdrop of Paris.

Reena’s exploration challenge #166.

“inkblots mutate

to form pictures,

alphabets,

stories I did not create”

You are required to find a picture from your Media library, sites for free pictures, or your phone camera and post it on your blog. Copyright if any will remain with you.”

My interpretation to this very unusual prompt.

Creative marvels

colors of ink weave stories

myriad artists

For Reena’s Exploration Challenge #166, we are asked to find an appropriate picture that fits the following two poems.

inkblots mutate
to form pictures,
alphabets,
stories
I did not create

This reminded me of the DC Comics Watchmen character Rorschach.  Walter Kovacs was a violent and ruthless vigilante who is driven by moral absolutism.  Walter got a job working in the garment industry where he had to handle female clothing.  There was a special order for a dress in a new Doctor Manhattan spin-off fabric, made out of two plastic membranes with fluid between them, so the fluid keeps shifting around like a lava lamp.  The customer didn’t want it, saying that the dress looked ugly, but Walter thought otherwise, and since no one wanted the dress, he took it home.  Two years later, he heard that the customer was raped and tortured outside of her apartment building while her neighbors just…

Reena’s Exploration Challenge #165

PROMPT #165

Our theme for this week isHANDS.

hands speak

many languages

of

greetings

love

hate

friendship

of

bonds

giving and receiving

empathy

soft touch

hard touch

they unite

they divide

sometimes they touch

you get touch therapy

sometimes they touch

yet

you feel untouched

Fractured, a million minute pieces, a framework crumbled. Not without warning were the signs, no acknowledgement of foundation fissures visible to the naked eye. Source trace immaterial,time works what it will not without cooperation. Of the moment, in the moment, each moment opportunity. Reach outward without prejudice, probability jury willreject, stacked long ago. Your power only, change in the pocket, lay it on the table.

blossoms blush shy pink

skies cover cheeks with both hands

dusk slips into bed

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Mindfills of s.s. for

Reena’s exploration challenge -Hands

Cee’s FOTD

Growing up together

Rejoicing every win

Love somewhere started to brew

Hand in hand we walked through!

Unfortunate mishap

Lucky, you were alive

In the air, broken hand flew

Hand in hand we walked it through!

Prosthetic hands IN

Tough, indeed a blessing

It’s all metal, no skin no tissues

Hand in hand we walked through!

No more caressing touch

No hi-five, no sound of claps

It’s destiny, nothing much we can do

Hand in hand we will walk through!

I still feel the warmth

I feel my hands clasped in yours,

These eyes convey the feelings so true

Hand in hand we will walk through!

In the roller coaster

Of this life we live

I promise I will always be with you

Hand in hand we will walk through!

Thank you Reena for hosting Reena’s Exploration Challenge .

Your hands hold me protectively
my hands write, evoke life’s glory
the give and take, the working in tandem theory
unfolding every day a new story!

Your hands are pragmatic and solid
keeping me grounded on world stage well nigh!
my words rise loftily high
building a mansion in the sky!

Your hands are cool and neutral
not withdrawn but working methodically
my words spill moodily
somewhat convinced but not completely!

Your strong hands are lovingly gentle
making me twirl giddily on my feet
my words are shy and sweet
promising you heaven, when with thine they meet!

Your hands span my waist
spinning my world dizzily
my words unfurl softly
caressing your feelings tenderly!

Your hands weave magic mostly
with joy they make me scream
my words gush forth like a stream
passionate and full of dreams!

Our hands discover and create
as we continue on this…