converging clouds thunderous raptures drive anticipation raindrops know not if they will quench thirst or douse fires Colleen's Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge
Ignorance is Bliss
converging clouds thunderous raptures drive anticipation raindrops know not if they will quench thirst or douse fires Colleen's Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge
I hear that energy is indestructible. It changes forms, but remains somewhere in the universe. Some people claim to hear the sounds from history. I wonder what the Hiroshima victims would have said, and is there someone around with the sensitivity to get the message? Did they say something about the immense pain of being … Continue reading Firestorms
ebullience of mornings satisfaction of nights well-spent days lend meaning to ephemeral existence…. BrewNSpew Cafe
It was that time of the year again. The boys would be home from the holidays, and create a ruckus around the house. They drag me along for their silly games and picnics. I hate carrying heavy baskets all the time, and lounging on the prickly grass. The mug-heads think I enjoy picking up the … Continue reading Real Vacation
I cannot recall when was it relationships turned claustrophobic my baby grew up, wanting to break free and fly away SoCS
expressions capture minds, hearts empty words just vanish from the core of memory leaving dark imprints Fandango's One Word Challenge
I’ve fought a lifelong battle with tact and diplomacy – which I am told one cannot survive without, in certain settings. It goes under the garb of etiquette, manners and emotional intelligence. I understand that things need to be put across in a manner others can relate to, without feeling devastated. I understand skimming … Continue reading Tactless
shape of receding shadows sharp glances thrown sideways heaviness of short breathing eloquent parting moments Tuesday Poetics
It was the last time that we were driving together to the beach. She had to catch a flight abroad on the next day, to pursue a course in photography. It meant separation. The path felt different. I felt trapped in my own life. Today is different, as I find my way to a yacht … Continue reading Sun N Shade
reflections of a fast moving world I want to leave behind but find myself leading from the front In other words, mirror at Patricia's Place