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Complexity
Seasons
a part of the whole seasons separated but strung in threads of time Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille
Upside Down
In the initial stages of my banking career, I was taught how to tally signatures on a cheque, when in doubt. The cheque is to be held upside down. The strokes and slants show better in the reverse position, and can be compared with the original specimen signature. The technique stuck on in the subconscious. … Continue reading Upside Down
Stunning Moves
stirring minds stun, mute plain imagination move in quantum leaps Colleen's Weekly Poetry Challenge #72
Whirlpool
Here's a combo of an acrostic and a Fib, married to the theme 'Steadfast Turmoil'. Test Use Recheck Murky waves Or risk drowning In strong whirlpools of emotion Lest the steadfastness of turmoil in life fails February Writing Prompts
Contamination
Grey compels me to be non-judgemental. Everybody has a little of black and a little of white, and so do I. It is a mutual conspiracy of silence, in favour of black. Black contaminates blue, yellow, red and white to create a palette, as they struggle to maintain their identity, but lose themselves in the … Continue reading Contamination
Fake Zen
calm waters belie the noise beneath rough seas storms raging below mute the fake Zen chanting minds are never at ease Weekly Writing Challenge #129 and Ronovan Writes
Suppressing Revelations
Awfully Bastardized Corridors of power Distracting Excellence, Feigning Good intentions, Holding to ransom Intelligence, Judging Knowledgeable Learned Men and women. Non-conformism Outwits Power of a coterie Questioning Reprehensible moves. Subordination Triggers Unquestioning acceptance of Vile intentions Wreaking havoc on fairness Xeroxed Yokefellows, ensuring Zero revelation of foul play Weekend Writing Prompt by … Continue reading Suppressing Revelations
Inner Spaces
I cannot sit in a room with wide open doors and windows. Curtains are essential companions. It is not a phobia or a fear of open spaces, but a level of comfort that I need. Certain rooms have black curtains interspersed with black and bronze. In some places, the winter sun makes its way through … Continue reading Inner Spaces
They just a’rose’….
I need to be seen and be heard. It is the call of duty. I need to fight internal battles, and pretend to win those. It is an occupational hazard. I know the fragility of my existence, even if I am counted amongst the best and powerful. My life is a gift which needs to … Continue reading They just a’rose’….
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