caged sunflowers face different directions pine for a different sun -surrounding mirrors reflect the object of their deepest desires -yet leave them wondering why is the warmth missing? why does the heart not sing? Seven horses of the sun feel pulled apart -whose love is this which overpowers their unity? -Which undercurrents call for … Continue reading Caged
greys overpower black and white -colors merge on horizons -challenge vocabulary -wordsmith genius pales under their brilliance laboured breathing of amorphous identities makes one fear the end is near -till shapeshifting masks replace the face We’ve reached an age where only twilights are real…. https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2019/10/26/weekend-writing-prompt-129-twilight/
Where can you find a bell that will ring in your dreams? where can you find a dream which will fire life above, below and beyond hollow spaces - that house fear and consternation? Where can you find a space to call your own impermeable to judgement unwelcoming naysayers open to exhilaration? … Continue reading Dreambells
familiarity kindles fears buried long ago in dream ash I know what you bring so red I glow because I Know I don’t want it… https://onewomansquest.org/2019/10/21/v-j-s-weekly-challenge-69-kindle/
night comes to a standstill ingrained fears rise to surpass moonlight and darken not so silent skies haunted spirits await a chance to cast away masks challenge earthly pretence of being alive It’s Halloween - the night knows what’s real or who is naïve? https://amanpan.com/2019/10/21/brewnspew-cafe-october-21-2019/
eyes afraid to meet mine quivering lips you need not say more… I know the lie Yet… I stop to think Why did my presence make you nervous? Why could you not bluff with comfidence? Is it true that you care deep down somewhere? https://dversepoets.com/2019/10/21/quadrille-90-were-all-a-quiver/
they hang heavy on minds they force my hands I hear sounds in the silence of tombs I’m yet to be born I’m still in the womb -an unfinished piece not allowed to bloom my fears pull me in them I’m riding a broom the scene changes Kaboom, Kaboom I’m now the Master worlds … Continue reading Narratives
embroidered memories of nurtured illusions innocent doe-eyes were just that -youthful traps for a thirsty soul thirst unquenched… youth spent https://scvincent.com/2019/10/17/thursday-photo-prompt-calling-writephoto/
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave unable to fight complex, corrupt webs burdened with guilt feeling inadequate they withdraw into lonely shells which the world calls intellectual ivory towers I believe in a force to make them bounce back with vigour re-establishing kingdoms of fairness and lost identities I … Continue reading Complexity
Indira pulled out two wonderful pieces of poetry from her saved drafts, and I decided to translate it for you. English you cannot fit me in frames small, big triangular, square crooked, straight I will move out dissipate in the air you cannot stamp me Hindu, Muslim Sikh, Christian Buddhist, Jain or anything else human … Continue reading Frames
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