how many storiesor secretsdo you holdin each line? Centuries turnwithout asking youhow and whyyou felt what you didand what would you liketo be carriedinto the future? Does each lineyearn to be heardor drive youto etch your own lineson the canvas of time? unheardunseenignoredJust as the last line.. Photo Challenge at MLMM
multiple-faced monstersmouthing a different jargonfor different sets of listenerschecking feedbackanalysingtwisting statementsrevising strategies mud-slinging - an understatementwhen a witch hunt is launchedcandidates are offered no choicebut to fall in lineor be destroyedforever in public eye public memory is shortalso intelligencedoctored videosmanipulated versionsof whatevercould be truthrule the roostforwarded many times a mob cheers, jeerssupports, followsbeheads, leadsmasked monsterswith … Continue reading Elections
tales-bottledfermentedfor centuriesseek release; becomemyriad versions ofstoryteller's emotionsfolklore is never unbiasedadd your versions to enhance futurenot just intoxicate mobs and mislead Poetics: Bottled Poetry
it’s not a piece of the moonbut the wholein my backyard -it’s perfectlike the lifeI always imagined-it’s well-roundedlike opinions I seek-it’s goldenwithout King Midasor his cursed touch it’s a piece of my subconsciousto drive life aheadconfidentlythere never were any problemsthere never shall be Photo Challenge at MLMM
it’s life-longno reason for distrustat least not as yet… you’re just a thought awaywe know when our thoughtsconverge or divergeand it’s not a problem confirmationsmake it seem unreal-pining for you is nota part of the deal Quadrille #182
When I go north, is it without a reference to the South?When I create something new, do I eliminate the old?When I write fiction, do my characters take off from known worlds to assume new shapes?When I support someone, do I oppose those not on the same side?When I choose the best, do I reject … Continue reading oppOsites
One step forward, two backward but hundred go downit feels more like quicksand than slippery ground.Memories charm, but dizzy giant wheelsdim clear vision on many rounds.Perspectives change; so do storiesI tell myself without sound. When the sky is clear, yet it begins to rainI dial a fairy, am accosted by a gnomePassengers keep boarding; leaving … Continue reading In search of Home
On a dark nightthe moon is put to sleepas it threatens to spill secretswell-concealed in sunlightwhere yellowed visioneyes covered with glaressee colours they chooseand paint stories with it On a dark nightwinds at a standstilllet clouds look ominousDestiny turns in its hideawaystretches multifarious arms-ready to unveil the futureall those deep in slumbermiss the challenge and … Continue reading Destiny Turns
What lies at the other enddrives me round the bend happy to cross the thresholdpaint futures with strokes bold but what if a canvas inertignores colors, is cold and curt Am I better off where I am now?Past is closed, let the future be slow My subconscious still holds the brushPaints my dreams, but is … Continue reading Transition
I wonderif it is a mythsunflowersturn towardseach other when there's no sunwhy don't they assume there's no sunand find strength withinintricateinner websawait permission from mindshero-worshipping Tanka Tuesday Weekly Challenge
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