Below them, the dark streets beckoned with crimson light Scarlet desires ignoring dark exploitation for a brief moment before the stars stop twinkling and hope disappears into oblivion. Vultures swoop to nibble on dead meat their dreams buried in purple netherlands where flashes of desire intoxicated power descend to the depth of spent … Continue reading First Line Friday
I stand in a whirlpool awestruck, moonstruck feet encircled by storms virgin sand beneath wriggles away the deflowered shore washed by receding tides flaunts scattered, ragtag remains of a fleeting romance wild waves, uncontrolled disintegrate midway reflect weeping stars aftermath of wanderlust https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2017/11/18/weekend-writing-prompt-29-random/
Life moves at a speed unknown with unease open to different interpretations subjectivity Time moves appears to move with the clock steadily sees us pass through calendars equanimity Minds move analysing capturing scattered bits and reconstituting objectivity Shadorma November Day 14
I have stopped wishing for fulfilment of what I wish I had never wished I have stopped regretting moves which were right then but later, I wished had never happened. No more fantasies of fairy tale endings which I wish were realistic. I have stopped trying to turn back the clock I … Continue reading I Wish
Is this a ritual, an addiction or habit? Seeing you, meeting you and chatting away…. Getting newsy tidbits, with political analysis What really mattered, was the words you did not say. You sure talk faster than I do But the pauses gave you away. Words are spontaneous, silence premeditated. You made a conscious choice … Continue reading The Uninhabitable Spaces Between Us
Life continues to surprise me the acceptance of the inevitable. I wonder how Hope walks following Life with a lamp treading on corpses of Trust. The miracle of respiration in the ever-changing direction of winds. I look back on solitary footprints and gaze at the conquered mountain peaks. Who carried us thru’ … Continue reading Mystery
The response to Exploration Challenge #11 has been rather inspiring. I happened to come across an article on Labyrinths, which inspired an erasure poem. More inspiring than that, the two are in sync. Allow me to share it before the customary Thursday piece. Source: How walking a labyrinth can trace a route to self-knowledge on Aeon Mag … Continue reading Erasure Poem – Labyrinths
concentric movement pain exacerbated unconnected paths distinct, but fated fantasies of a coil oneness unabated just distant dreams lonely and unmated jump across boundaries lines which are gated open doors of the soul accept blessings belated Weekend Writing Prompt by Sammi Cox
uneven was the terrain and the battle skewed in favor of enemies from onset of conflict exhausted soldiers with infirm captains surprised all, with miracles of guerilla war there were no options but to win or die they chose life the unprecedented happened. Saturday Mix at MLMM
A dream cut short left an ache end of a nightmare brought relief. It is the journey that matters not the beginning or end. A shortcut I choose accelerates speed but deprives me of pleasure and pain It is experience that matters not the goals I achieve The final destination marks … Continue reading Circular journeys
