perceived indifference raindrops becoming oceans unbridgeable chasms Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille
Chasms
perceived indifference raindrops becoming oceans unbridgeable chasms Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille
I had built bridges and found companions while you moaned and groaned wallowing in self pity blaming those who stood by me In other words, wallowing at Patricia's Place
she stands strong and straight monumental beauty needs no encomiums #Weekly Tanka Prompt #Poetry Challenge #Week 104
I find myself torn between the addiction to writing prompts, and a desire to focus on larger projects. I experience a partial writers’ block, which is perhaps a reflection of the internal conflict. Then, come these words like a zephyr - Writer’s block has nothing to do with creativity. Writing is about courage, about sitting … Continue reading Zephyr
glimpses of beyond clear paths to walk over stories of greener pastures either hold you back or propel Thursday Photo Prompt
Prompt Death does not scare me. I am prepared for it anytime, any moment. But …. I wish it is not painful. I wish that a long-drawn illness does not strip my family of all resources. I wish that I do not meet the people I’ve hated on the other end. Death, allow me to … Continue reading Be Not Vain
The silence between us used to be highly communicative, loaded with sideways glances thrown at each other. We took pride in our ability to decipher the silent space. It was never a vacuum. Somehow, today the silence seemed eerie. It appeared that you had run out of both emotions and words. Averting eyes was just … Continue reading Sonography
mis-directed oscillations in chill-zones of fear and indecision taking off at tangents into unplanned orbs acquire a force to obstruct progress but create illusion of a vacuum and we label those vacillations BrewNSpew Cafe 4
I see stardust meeting flames combustible mix human emotions flaring up Photo Challenge #220
I wonder why the writing prompts do not speak to me. Do we not speak the same language, or share the same platform any more? Where do these blocks arrive from? I draw on experience and memory to pull out a few emaciated words and expressions, but I pity their sordid state. They have … Continue reading Creativity blocked