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Sun, Moon and Truth
I scout for eyeballson my journey through etherblinking attentionlidless eyes watch but can't speakcurtailed communication "Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth." —Buddha visibilitymatters when I burn through mindsinstigate actionTruth needs to make itself heardSun and Moon are silent lamps Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge
Lost passwords
rediscover dreamsLost treasures or good riddance-forgotten passwordsare just a ruse to preventtrespassers, curious cats Below are a few guidelines I provide in my financial literacy sessions about using safe passwords. Complex passwords are safe, yet challenging to remember. Most common passwords are Password Qwerty 1234567 12345678 123321 Others may contain a combination of names and … Continue reading Lost passwords
Planting Joy
intoxicateddancing with gay abandon-symphonies bloom asher feet tap virgin spacesshe plants joy for a lifetime Moonwashed Weekly Prompt
Farewell Songs
will youtreasure albumsof dreams, when daylight fadesadventures draw us in endlesspursuits? chasingsuccess will teachnew tricks and strategieswill you be there when memoriesbeckon? Written for Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge hosted by Yvette M. Calleiro
Owl’s Limitations
Nocturnal birds dig the night deepto unlock wisdom held by darknessdraw silver lines on purple skiesmake planets weary of earthly voyagersthat smell of human hands, not rootsSunrise might reveal conspiracieswhere East and West show Northof human ambition Quadrille Monday at dVerse Pub
Dumping is not Denial
they call me dominatingwhen I don’t let them dominate I am labelled a dissenting notewhen I refuse to be an annexure I take their pitying glancesand throw it behind my shoulderThe forward march begins…when I refuse to acknowledge them Weekend Writing Prompt #418
Crushed Colours
I recall the time I learnt stained glass painting. It was the age of solvent-based colours, and we had to keep stirring the pigment slowly with the solvent with a wooden toothpick. Any mistake at this stage would cause the paint to crack later. The lead liner used to hold the paints in till they … Continue reading Crushed Colours
In Memoriam
I look inwards to see the baby up there, whom I miss so much. Then, I see two naughty pups watching my next move and think maybe she is already back with me. limited visionHow do I know if a soul rests in peace, is contemplating her return to the world in a fresh reincarnation, … Continue reading In Memoriam
Masked
look againthe face you see is a maskit might peel off in timewhat you see behindis deceptionor magic Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge
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