my death beckons pure wisdom at life’s fag end nirvana attained, but too late I leave behind torrential rains, but no flowers Sunday Writing Prompt -Collage Prompt #41
Nirvana
my death beckons pure wisdom at life’s fag end nirvana attained, but too late I leave behind torrential rains, but no flowers Sunday Writing Prompt -Collage Prompt #41
peony in my bag only color, no fragrance lips shine with gloss Haikai Challenge #36
simultaneous crescendo of many tones noise turns white strumming inner peace at last graveyard melodies to soothe In other words, noisy at Patricia's Place
filters in the sun just how I wish I could have warmth that does not burn Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille
nude make-up on bare skin with colors close to nature charming smiles with glossy finish Pearl Weeklty Tanka Prompt Poetry Challenge -Week 99
filtered mindsets stories that I tell myself obfuscated facts build a comfortable base for the rest of my life Tuesday Chatter Weekly
I have tried being a spectator to my thoughts, and discovered the roots of many decisions and assumptions. It was also a grounding experience – to know that I am not always the driver. The triggers lay somewhere else in the subconscious. I may have muted those sounds long ago, but the energy continues to … Continue reading Flowing Rivers
coming home to roost despite freedom to fly souls love connections Ronovan Writes
walk straight gaze at unfriendly dark, skies on the brink of dissolving into torrents watch roadblocks melt in the downpour clearing paths Weekly Writing Challenge #143
“You give voice to the songs I write! But what would your melodious voice be, without the flow of words?” “Be not vain! My voice gives body to your thoughts.” let me take you somewhere there where erosion of my self enriches your being feels like a union of unreal beings independent but adding value … Continue reading Bonding with the Muse