the veil is thin, but impermeableonce inseparable soulsstrive to communicate Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge
A Kimo
Human Existence
We stand, not still, but swaying with regretswrapped in whirlpools of choices, chances, echoes of steps we never took.Each ankle bound by silent storms, each toe trembling on shifting ground.Yet here we areupright, undaunted, dancing on the edge of collapse. Quadrille at dVerse RXC #405
Imminent Potential
R.S. agony of birthNew life awaits an entrywatching the old falllabor pain with pangs of guiltcyclic awareness precedes M.L. blustery eveningLeaves roll across the streetcrinkling underfoot R.S.dark wombs conceal lifenurture future energyWho will rule the world?stories yet to be writtenlight sky's imagination M.L. beneath starry skiesdarkness punctuated byglowing candelabras R.S. interactive booksshaping options from wet … Continue reading Imminent Potential
Devil’s Abode
I see a fleeting shadow in the corridor, but there’s no one there. I get back to work, but those sounds of criticism reverberate in the room, and I feel tempted to scream with tight fists. There is someone who brings out the worst part of me – in retaliation, in self-defence, in expression of … Continue reading Devil’s Abode
Glasses
How I wish my glasses could singIn search of my eyes, and a visionIf they get lost, a bell should ringHow I wish my glasses could sing lost in dreams, but can’t lose real thingsthoughts desperate for a locationHow I wish my glasses could singIn search of my eyes, and a vision W3 Prompt #182
Primariness
the house sparklesfood looks yumher back achesbut who cares? She sweeps the backyardthe cracker-ash strewn all overreminds herof a creative sparkshe had with words and paintsbut who cares? Primariness mattersIn creative choiceBut who decides? Quadrille #234
Compromised Futures
soul trafficstops - future callingblinking screensclone them quickbefore mutations transform-Immortality guaranteedby deep fake AII will livein fake mouldsunrecognised by capturedauthenticity What Do You See #311
Passing away
calendars flip time; vain clocks rewind to hold it captivesky disconnects gradually; planets in retrograde motionaging years plant experience in the womb of a new spell Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge
Associations
My father-in-law had a large cupboard filled with trophies and plaques won by him. He would scoff at any suggestion of eliminating outdated stuff. The family has retained it so far, after his death, because the house is locked. I'm not sure if the trophies will survive a renovation or sale of the property. I … Continue reading Associations
Words need no Tongue
Silence needs to be a relaxed space Yet, I toss and turn in the gaps filled with gravel, spears and spikes Fear and Memory hold tight – Yikes Words hang from walls like serpents in caves they don’t need a tongue; they come in waves Six Sentence Stories
