Tied between two roses and ink .... by Rockstar Girl
Tied Between Two Roses and Ink: A Rose, For a Rose, And a Thorn, For a Thorn
Tied between two roses and ink .... by Rockstar Girl
Control …. by Diana Coombes
Written for https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2023/07/27/reenas-xploration-challenge-290/

The Confidence to Surrender Control, the physciatrist was adamant it was important to not worry about the small things. Sam wasn’t so sure of that statement. She lacked control in most of her life. Especially being married to a man who took control at every chance he got.
She wasn’t honest with her therapist, couldn’t be honest, or he would find out. It was her mum, who suggested anti-depressants. This was the only thing that would give any peace.
‘Can you think of a time where you have control,’ the physciatrist said.
‘Not really, it’s just . . .’
She wondered whether the same applied to therapists as it did to doctors. Although, that didn’t matter – not today. Her daughter had witnessed something for the first time.
‘It’s just, I have no control. Or that’s what my husband says anyway. He doesn’t think seeing a…
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Game Changer ….by Susi Bocks

Inspired by Reena’s Xploration Challenge #290 &
Moonwashed Weekly Prompt – Noncommital
one lie does not erase a thousand truths
the memories of joy we’d created
the pasts we thought we’d heal in unison
the children we’ve raised together
the future we hoped to embody as one
allowing that lie in
letting it multiply
showed me something insidious
being noncommittal broke our foundation of trust
that one lie changed us forever
Raising the White Flag … By Jim Adams

I have struggled trying to get in touch with my feminine side for a long time, because I was always taught that men are supposed to keep their feelings to themselves. The gender police force has caused me to suppress my emotions, because boys are not supposed to cry. My therapist told me that I needed to explore my feminine side so that I could increase my ability to communicate on an emotional level with the women in my life. Today I decided that I would change from being a heterosexual into being a metrosexual, in order to gain a new perspective on life. I want to wake up the parts of me that are lying dormant and take a complete delight in immersing myself fully into my feminine energy and surrendering control to my deepest feelings. I am not planning on abandoning my masculinity, but when the situation calls…
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Please Leave …..by Susan St. Pierre

PROMPT #290:
I came across some interesting titles while browsing Medium.
Let me share those to stoke your creative instincts this week.
By Dustin Arand
2.Ashes to ashes, Dust to Dust, Twitter to X
By Nick Hilton
3.One Lie does not erase thousands of truths
by Sidra Owens
4.The Confidence to Surrender Control
by Alicia Cahlane Lewis
How will you contribute to this prompt?
Here are the guidelines for the huitain:
My poem applies to Headline…
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Rain ….by Indira

Prompt # 289
Let the thoughts flood your mind. You may use the word-
Rain
Dark clouds hovering Kids waiting with paper boats Rain hard fill puddles No more flooding no more draughts Please be fair with everyone

This poem by Misky struck a very deep chord with me – a woman afraid of her own sanity, while living with the other side of sanity.

The Woman Who Lies with Rocks
This woman is terrified of her own sanity.
Some days, she thinks she looks like
Churchill’s bulldog, so she dresses in pink
because dogs don’t wear pink by choice,
and passerbys will smile and think,
There goes that lovely woman in pink.
But her sanity is a hatchery of anxiety.
Sanity makes her over-think,
makes her tongue thick and dry,
and it ignites storms in her brain.
It burns the way Earth sparks and smoulders.
She remembers her mother’s voice,
calming one moment and cackling
lunacy the next, and she remembers
lullabies and her mother rocking her to sleep.
So she waits for the lullabies to come.
Lies on the ground and sleeps with rocks,
thinking they’re meant to rock her to sleep.
Written fordVerse Poets “Ekphrastic Poetry”prompt based onMaría Berrío,Closed Geometry, 2022 painting. Some artwork is created using Midjourney…
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Rain … by Aaki
She stood in the cold night ,
Her arms clasped tight
As the rain was pelting ,
Her heart was melting
Soaked in his memories
Her heart was warm and light .
His laugh ,mesmerising like the sunrise.
That deep look in his eyes,
That gaze ,that set her heart ablaze;
He definitely was not just a phase.
As she waited for her ride,
She couldn’t stop smiling wide.
Her heart was pounding,
With the rain drops resounding.
She couldn’t wait to see his face
And soak up his warm embrace .
#natures tune# ….by Destiny
Written for : Reena’s Xploration Challenge #289
Reena’s words : Let the thoughts flood your mind. You may use the word
‘Rain’
in your piece in any form.
Alternatively, I found a picture which is experimental on Unsplash.
nature gifts a tune
drips the drops of rain to play
gentle beats to soothe
crystals clear - misted visions
rhythms soft - comforts silence
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Rain ….by inkdropk
#ReenasXplorationChallenge #weather #Rain
Water held by the clouds
has an ambition to join its friends
in rivers , lakes, and ponds
leaving the relative comfort of the clouds
travelling through the sky
till it meets terra firma
enjoy colour ? watch it paint
as it travels through the grey or blue
brightening it up in seven different shades