The sky and water are both different shades of blue, as they reflect different realities for each of us. They represent the universal consciousness, which gets contaminated with our thoughts and ideas. I wonder how do fish view the birds in the sky. Do they see projections of their own fantasies, or distorted reality? We … Continue reading Recreation
Writing takes me to places inside me and in the universe, where I have never been before. It is an involuntary process leading to valuable discoveries. The process is also time sensitive in certain ways. I revisit a piece and think that I cannot do it again. It was something that hit my consciousness at … Continue reading Connect Me
hidden strength surfaced when horizons turned dark my lonely heart sang Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #177
winging their way across the blue sky cutting across the vast expanse dishing up hope to wronged hearts their life is just great in a gifted niche they pay no rent owning skies is their fate Weekly Writing Prompt #117
Sunrays tear through the clouds to paint designs in the sky. The reflections on my back indicate while history is engraved on Earth patterns of the future are being etched with the unpredictable wind as a tool. Maybe, somebody has my back Up there…. (44 words)
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
