My gift to you …… by Susi Bocks
with shallow breath
and heaving emotions
i bequeath the rivulets
escaping
pittering
on the soft earth
from here on out
i lament
the one-sided conversations
a yearning
for a return
to more than just memories
The conclusion ….. by hecblogger
tears don’t stop
hasn’t slept whole night
maybe she
needs a change
of diapers, the mother thinks
the child is cranky
In response to: Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 145
The Bag Lady’s take on #Exploration Challenge #145
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Cloudy morning
Grey beginning
Waiting for the sun if there is one.
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https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2020/07/23/reenas-exploration-challenge-145/
Sadje’s take on Exploration Challenge #145
Welcome to playing another round of the weekly game!
I just googled the words ‘cryptic poem’, and am fascinated by a few interesting specimens.
This is the shortest possible poem I can imagine.
constantly, consistently, continually, you Source: Perry Poetry
The prompt is to use the above style of writing as an inspiration. The subject is totally your choice. It can be either prose or poetry or poetic prose or prose-poetry or a combination of both.
But, keep it as short and as cryptic as possible.
~*~
When I write, I want to be clear
No hidden messages or riddles
A pointer or a hint may suffice
Do you get what I mean yet?
~*~
#Keepitalive
#ReenasExplorationChallenge
Cryptic — Jade Li/Lisa’s take on Exploration Challenge #145
in artesian spring water
washing with gentle hands,
rubbing rubbing the dust off
until you’re red and gleaming
tongue runs from bow to stem
teeth grow impatient then pounce
sinking into your juicy flesh
Reena Saxena is the host of Reena’s Exploration Challenge. Reena says:
The subject is totally your choice. It can be either prose or poetry or poetic prose or prose-poetry or a combination of both. But, keep it as short and as cryptic as possible.
Breakthrough … by Aishwarya
From darkness,
Light shines,
From silence,
Sound reverberates,
From emptiness,
Companions valued,
From ignorance,
Knowledge surfaces,
From frustration,
Action grows,
From necessity,
Inventions glorify,
From impatience,
Patience surges,
From hopelessness,
Hope evolves,
From nothing,
Everything develops.
36 words.
Acknowledgements :- Written in response to Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 144. For rules please refer here. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.
We will best not, George Flloyd …. by VJ Knutson
Brazen with whiteness
four toads
exerted presence
cuffed and killed a man
“I can’t breathe.”
On the front lawn
of America
stripped of empathy
the leader knelt
Not in prayer –
reverence burns his lips –
he knelt with authority
or his version, venomous
Three looked on
ignored pleas
gloated in the horror
of life’s final gasp
Humanity’s blood
now cold
unleashing a scream
a primal, reptilian rage
The offspring
of oppression
and hate
uncoiling
Like snakes
nest disturbed
rising against injustice
burning down the walls
As The Man weaves
his tale of dissonance
casting lines of division
few listen..
Black Lives Matter
drowns the rhetoric
the breakthrough is complete
we can no longer look away.
(For George Floyd and all the others murdered senselessly at the hands of those commissioned to protect. Submitted to Reena’s Exploration challenge: breakthrough. Image my own.)
Breakthrough —- by judeitakali
Come! the ocean calls
Beyond that barrier reef
Across those jagged banks
Away from protections long used
For progress lies beyond your lonely peninsula
Enlightenment glistens from over the horizon
And hope drifts in currents unexplored
Come! your future calls
Outside your familiar
Where breakthroughs lie
Mankind lies on the threshold of harmony with nature.
A few bold steps to take
A legislation away
Beyond our fatal comfort zone
Breakthroughs await
For while we think, time wanes. – 6wordstory
For
Final Victory ….. by Shilpa Nairy
I just ran and ran without turning back this time. I could feel the heaviness in the breath and intense pain in the muscle but my gut feeling kept me going. Finally stopped to realise its getting dark. I can feel the heavy cool breeze hitting me. I could hear the surge of waves and tides.
I stopped. Took a deep breath and looked around.
Sigh!! Oooohhoooo. I made this year!
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Breakthrough …. by Lady Lee
THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from “In the Fourth of July Parade” by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer: middle, braids, back, times, grace, swimming, bliss, simple, make, gate, joy, parade
Swimming in the unknown
With grace to fight what’s there
Number of times to err
Simple just to bemoan
Such joy if we are shown
We could make it I swear
Parade of challenges
Don’t go back but face it
Such bliss we’re to admit
Fight one so challenging
Even with damages
Go on and never quit
As we open the gate
So proud and feeling great*
(c) ladyleemanila 2020
* The HexSonnetta, created by Andrea Dietrich, consists of two six-line stanzas and a finishing rhyming couplet with the following set of rules:
Meter: Iambic Trimeter
Rhyme Scheme: a/bb/aa/b c/dd/cc/d ee
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