What happens when a metaphor is negative? I have taken brickbats, and think that I can defend my own interest, only by wreaking havoc on the world. The spirit of revenge and destruction defines me. The metaphor that I give myself, and how others see me can well be different. I may discover an angel … Continue reading Spin
power lust or thirst always drove her to fight hard battles galore she lies in the coffin at last, at peace with life In other words, at last at Patricia's Place
I travel on pre-planned rail maps adventure growing up is fun peaks and mountains beckon I chart my own path fluffy clouds race in opposite directions grind is harder I float on clouds heady trips on metal wings finally there but wait, space beckons beyond planets and skies lure of the unknown Heeding … Continue reading Journeys
war or peace prevail in happy, unhappy homes as per mindsets panorama of emotions rules all domestic landscapes Image credit: david_awaken on Instagram Weekly Tanka Poetry Prompt Challenge - Week 95
my past sings a tune life celebrates the now and thought shadows dance to create futures unseen coasting on auto pilot Colleen's 2018 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Prompt Challenge
I read somewhere that walking on the same track every day does nothing for the mind. One needs to change routes, or learn dance routines where one has to remember steps. It helps in preventing dementia. I think about the ideas that originated while walking. Creativity receives a boost, when one does not stress about … Continue reading Evening walks
your parsimony in words and recognition screams favoritism and concealed hegemony so transparent is your mask Tuesday Chatter Weekly
I met a spiritualist who said that obesity may be a result of bottled up rage. Cortisol collects in the form of gel, which does not disappear with diet or exercise. What is the remedy that you prescribe for accretion on the soul, Mr. Expert? How do I forgive sweet talkers who robbed me of … Continue reading Where are you?
I never want to be in a place where creativity shocks me with its disappearance I write about all other than scars on my wounded soul which I wish remain dark Weekly Writing Challenge #139
You failed to get it my obsession is real just that it’s not you Ronovan Writes
