sharp, slanting, cutting showers pierce-a force fierce on-your-face, unconcealed attempt-rain's contempt drenches resistance, will-power-vile showers wiping off past with erasersI let rainwater blend with tears,releasing resentment of yearsa force fierce, rain's contempt and vile showers MTB - Spanish Rain in the Ovillejo
Metaphor can create images one can connect with instantly, or those that make you recoil in horror. It's no wonder coaches use this to help people discover their core values. Paula Light uses it brilliantly here ... I process memoriesIn the acid bath of time;Latent imagesHover like ghostsLimned in silver salts.Red light warns you away,As … Continue reading Brilliance – by Paula Light
harsh wordsignored, forgottenpresumably forgiven-I lick woundsand move on -a voice-a gesture-a wordpierces againpop comes upforgotten pain relationshipsnot easy to repairgloss over differenceseulogize wabi sabipromote kintsugi artyet…cracks are always there Pop Goes the Quadrille
blood and gorebubbles can blockarteriesthat power life how longcan a heart pulsatein a sea of shingles?thirsty for bloodthirsty for life Photo Challenge #476
I am a lighthouse-in search of darknessto obliterate-in search of shipsto seek direction the ocean laughs hystericallywaves slap my idle limbsmy forlorn face stares at the MoonIt dodges my wistful glanceand seeks the Sun I wonder if ships are anchoredto a safe harbour...Do I need to start walkingand find the sky that shelters them? only … Continue reading Vanity – a thing of the past
I can’t get rid of the stench-my fingers hit a rotten layerwhile peeling a healthy onion it’s not easyto extricate the layerfrom othersabove and below they connect with contextoverlapping storiesheld together with beliefand loyaltyto present a pretty shape I wish I hadn’t venturedto peel you layer by layerin hope of finding a corea common abodefor … Continue reading Stench
putting wheels of thought on hold-life in deep slumberyoung and fresh when I wake - Ageis just a number I spend the night floating onundulating dreamsI let them gush through with forceor a gentle stream I wake at the crack of dawnrubber meets the roaddrive again or pay a finestay alive, not old Chosen form … Continue reading Growing, not getting old
Where are all those triviathat populated life? not-so-intelligent peopleasking inane questionswatching a matinee showwalking back with friendsto buy vegetables on the wayshopkeepers who recognised usto give an occasional discountwithout askingor clicking on buttons Where is that buttonwhich did not ask for permissionsto share datayet dispensed allthat was neededin a daily routine? It took so long … Continue reading A visit to my hometown
I wake up with a feeling of uneasenot sure what my dreams are telling me dreams tell, but do not explain -appearanceof shadows from the known and unknown shadows of whatever touched me, or walked pastpast - indelible, imperceptible marks wounds that don't hurt, but flare up in the darkwrite scenarios not happened, but do … Continue reading What do dreams tell you?
draftin a nameless folderuntitledspeaks volumesno evidence idearare – deemed brilliantholding potentialnot yet convertedto success potentialkey to futureempty promiseor change the worldno guarantees promisessteadfastness of imbeciles?commitment of diligence?genius remainsnon-committal Moonwashed Weekly Prompt - NonCommittal
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