People joining me in life's turbulence became family in spirit Grateful! Colleen's Weekly Poetry Challenge
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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
breathing is unrhythmic, heavy I notice my clenched fists Am I feeling helpless now? rage seething within. This can also be termed as 'silhouette poetry', where a scenario/mental state is described without actually naming it. Saturday Mix- Lucky Dip, 18 November, 2017
multiple hues of the evening sky filtering essence of the sun, unreflecting surfaces of dark, concrete structures enhance each other. Horizon witnesses sunrays melt. #writephoto by Sue Vincent
I am born again every moment of life seasons come and go Word prompt With Earth’s first Clay They did the Last Man’s knead, And then of the Last Harvest sow’d the Seed: Yea, the first Morning of Creation wrote What the Last Dawn of Reckoning shall read. © Omar Khayyam (Tr. FitzGerald) … Continue reading Reborn
wild instincts lead to unfolding of wonders hidden from the eye see the white beauties in vivacious colors Weekly Tanka Prompt Challenge #Week 71 by Elsie Hagley
Why are giant clocks placed on the top of towering structures? I see time overseeing us, laughing silently as it watches us scramble through life trying to manage it, and yet, be governed by the movement of its hands. eternity so often misconstrued as finite We impose the finite nature of our lives on time, … Continue reading Wheels