General

Mainstream arrows all point the same
Consume, borrow, compete, obey
When thoughts ping pong another way
With pills, snorts, sips – “if” fades away

It’s chancy if you choose to play
Mind wanders, careful what you say
Land of the free – til you resist
Drowning waves come, you get my gist?

Get your message out, some will agree
Plant your acorns, some sprouting trees
Dig your own way, stories, art, poems
Warm truth lights. See? We’re not alone!

Reena Saxena is the host of Reena’s Exploration Challenge.  Reena says:
This is a free-flow format of no rules, and a space for exploration.  Choose your best mode of expression, and give vent to whatever you need to let out.

Today’s offering is a quatrain form poem.

It was a situation that could have gone in any direction. But it didn’t.

It was all downhill, and it was no one’s fault other than his own.

He could have argued it was because of the rain and he was unprepared. After all, it hadn’t rained for six months, everything was dead, and the rain when it came was something of a novelty and as such, his guard was down.

Also, he wore his new sandals which were not accustomed to the wet. The driveway was steep, exposed pebbles, running with the rain that had been falling all morning. New shoes, his mind on the drive he was about to take, the airport to collect his brother, he didn’t think of danger.

When it happened, it was all over in a second or two.

Down he went, his feet slipping out from beneath him, his hips hit the driveway…

Our journeys would’ve started at,

Different levels,

Different times,

Different dimensions,

At any point,

Our paths would or wouldn’t have met,

At any turn,

We would or wouldn’t be oblivious to each other’s presence,

At any bend,

We may or may not have visited each other’s paths,

One thing is for certain,

Whatever be our beginning,

Whatever crossroads we’d have traversed through,

Whosoever we choose to be,

Our final journey would always remain the same,

Uniform.

76 words.

Acknowledgements :- Thank you Reena Saxena for running the challenge at Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 118. The challenge is to write a piece based on the photo prompt. For rules please refer here. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.

The scroll of the screen continued even after she closed her eyes.  The long and short arrows pointed left and right, up and down as the ophthalmologist measured the curvature of the front of her cornea by using a non-invasive medical imaging technique to map the surface curvature of the outer structure of her eye.  The test determined that her vision is blurred because her cornea (the clear front cover of her eye) is irregularly shaped, but she also had cataracts.  Jade was a popular blogger who wrote poetry and she also enjoyed the sound of music, participating in Song Lyric Sunday and the MM Music challenge every other Friday.  There was a vast wonderland out there and jade was missing some of it because of her vision, so she decided to schedule the surgery.

With the surgery and the new lenses implanted, she would be able to spot familiar…

foggy old mirror
serves me an ultimatum
self or a selfie

In response to: Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 117

Jerry got his BB gun out and fired a shot that hit one of the dogs.  It yelped and then he shot the other dog and they finally settled down.  His wife Karen said, “I hope that you didn’t hurt them, but I am glad that you got them to quiet down.  I have to be at the hospital in another three hours and I am hoping to get another two more hours of sleep.”  Karen knew that Jerry did not hurt the dogs as he was an expert marksman, capable of shooting a flee off of the dogs, as he was raised in West Virginia and as a boy he spent his entire day hunting squirrels.  Jerry said that the only way he was going to be able to get back to sleep after all of that barking was if they made love.

Karen knew that Jerry was also…

You don’t know the real me
Just what I project
In me I cry in plea
People don’t expect

Just what I project
I may look happy but
Really I’m all wreck
And I keep my mouth shut

In me I cry in plea
I zip everything
All these I want to flee
Escape with one wing

People don’t expect
Full of hypocrisy
Won’t even detect
Which makes me so angry*

* Quadrilew

For: Reena’s Exploration Challenge #117