vomiting discomfort unpleasant memories creates space to breathe fresh and imbibe newness in the world SoCS
Purge
Mindset
There are days when the white clouds look like flocks of birds, which will descend to destroy the flowers. Their menacing shapes symbolize evil, out to destroy happiness. I desperately want to spread a net on the flowers, or cover them with my body to protect. There are days when I think that the sky … Continue reading Mindset
Getting Real
I’ve done it before it takes imagination coordination I’ve done it before lounging around on just sun, sands and sea it takes imagination extrication from spirals to rejoin life coordination to break into reality be human again Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille
Paloma
Here are two 1. BUSSOKUSEKIKA Imagination is an animal I feed then be ruled by it life is incredibly beautiful or miserable subject to chosen fodder (beautiful used as synonym for paloma) 2. TANKA the barman mixes part soda, part tequila insights emerge but dull some other senses paloma intoxicates ('insights' used as … Continue reading Paloma
Between us
resentment always existed between us disguised with art of diplomacy but nevertheless … Poetics Tuesday
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
Firestorms
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
Light of Life
ebullience of mornings satisfaction of nights well-spent days lend meaning to ephemeral existence…. BrewNSpew Cafe
Real Vacation
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
Empty Nests
I cannot recall when was it relationships turned claustrophobic my baby grew up, wanting to break free and fly away SoCS
