Micropoetry

cottony monsters cover the sky, threatening to swallow the greens, flow across long corridors, freezing to make snowy paths gold fields reassure of spring   Writephoto by Sue Vincent

An early morning article says that love is not an emotion, it is a mental drive – similar to the ones for success or wealth. Some call it a chemical high. Some fanatics decide to incarcerate it in the boundaries of social structures. There are greater fanatics who declare that they live and breathe only … Continue reading What’s it about love?

a million hearts butterflies singing for celebrity charm   Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille

desire to live outsmarts all common sense two hopeful eyes smoulder in the darkness to see other ends of rainbows     In other words, desire at Patricia's Place

all about romanticism magic expectations fierce emotional intensity Red   contrast it with delicacy cute babies, magic dreams romance extending to adulthood Pink   magical adult comfort in just companionship now romance extending to friendship Yellow   Weekly Tanka Prompt #Poetry Challenge #Week 84

unbeatable are desperate obligations fuelled by survival needs I learn to love and un-love to meet all exigencies   February Writing Prompts

A set of two BUSSOKUSEKIKA [575777 syllables], or a Quadrille (44 words) as you like it.   forgotten pages dropped on a life’s journey fluttering in the wind will come back to haunt some day framed in the consequences of belief, thoughtless actions   fluctuating shapes characters in the drama laughing at wisdom experience murmurs in … Continue reading Forgotten Pages

I flutter with anticipation of new adventures unforeseen journeys twittering tales harrowing news companionship dissenting voices   all in that uneven box we call the brain neural pathways determine thoughts or I shape those to recreate my life   Google murmured as I opened it today   (44 words) Quadrille #50

Here's a Freku for a change   memories linger but life passes quicker like sand through fingers feet just meander   the pull of the past creates no emotional blast buried in iron cast at peace with itself at last   pausing now midstream the future is but a dream presents hope to moles invigorates … Continue reading Slipping through

Endless Utopian dreams Plugging High Hopes Oscillating Rarefied existence Inducing A temporary high   Sunday Writing Prompt #241