I watch your ambitions soar high with envious consternation assuming new shapes in the sky I watch your ambitions soar high brilliant minds never lie in captive imagination. I watch your ambitions soar high with envious consternation Triolet information used from the following links http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/triolet.html https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Triolet Inspired by Weekend Writing Prompt … Continue reading Watching You Soar
I watched my child grow bolder, as he tackled small challenges in life. He could walk a few steps without support, and then hold a glass in his tiny, but steady fingers. I see him pushing the boulder up the hill, and my heart goes out to him. But he has grown up now, and … Continue reading A parent grows up
The legacy that I carry within me is invisible, but not imperceptible. It is the driving force that spurs me on to act, to reach unmarked milestones, to complete something that I do not know is incomplete without me. The spirit has traversed this path before, and remains unfulfilled. It calls for fulfilment and … Continue reading Legacy
let me go astray wild imagination fuelling instincts let me go astray unbound and unfettered to find anchors wild imagination takes me everywhere outside myself fuelling instincts illuminates the pathways back towards the core Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille - Troiku
every morning brings a small slice of life asking for a commitment to challenge your whole being to justify existence Weekly Tanka Prompt Challenge #72
People joining me in life's turbulence became family in spirit Grateful! Colleen's Weekly Poetry Challenge
Will I? Won’t I? Will they? Won’t they? My battle with beliefs continues as they struggle to find place in my psyche. It is a battle of wills, a battle of control, a power game played to the hilt. I know I have to live with a few, but I exercise my choice of replacing … Continue reading Beliefs
Once upon a time ideas and strength rocked the world I watch the swag and fleeting glory of rock stars today with mild amusement sprinkled with a little disdain. Concepts change values outlive themselves the world’s a stage where hollowness is having its day. (44 words) Quadrille #45
over and above all the broken surfaces just glued together is heavy shine trying to conceal underlying cracks ignored foolishly left unattended, when raw hurt lies within look deep when you ache reverberations of pain speak of differences Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #176
I feel real as it is the only reality I know. A wild theory suggests that we are living in a simulation. Will that change the manner in which we act or react? If we are indeed there, the simulation is a reality for the participants, and an experience for a viewer. A coach tells … Continue reading The ‘Real’ Me
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