shooting like an arrowacross the worldin a trancecreating imbalanceravaging terrainsdestruction dance fish under watertrees lose staturehumansdeploy intelligence not a semblanceof wise temperanceselling the futurefor a pittance Lucky Dip at Saturday Mix
A place to live, with space to flyfeet on ground, mind in the sky walls stretch, and then give wayupwards, outwards – no cause to sway let me find myself before I help youI won’t be bound without a clue angles galore, but not all minesextile, square, conjunction, trine a book or viewpoint - I’m … Continue reading Comfort Zone
I never wanted to be like her or youShe put a candle, with no single hue. Wherein her splendour proved an ecstasy,Yield my life, and dust your humility. She put a lighter thought along her lips,Silent as the dawn from a sweet eclipse! Poem generated through Website: Verse by Verse Image source: Photosonic on writesonic.com … Continue reading Let me be
If the dance floor is empty, change the musiclet them follow the steps or bootlick you are the boss, you need to hold swaydictate every move, crush rebellious ways every new note devisedfails to see steps revised Watch the Dancers change... Quadrille #170
what happens there on lazy afternoonsshe sees storms swirling in her cup of teawar beckoned, and the soldier left with glee a soldier's wife counts days, then the moonssatiny comfort does not count as boon she hears bombs explode, but no one agrees-a broken plane just landed on the tree she hides between notes as … Continue reading War
when you burn moments, files, memorydelete mental snippets - what they carryit's futile to keep it burning withinconsuming, but not unburdening delete mental snippets - what they carryunappreciated milestones remain in youconsuming, but not unburdeningthe journey continues; you need to discontinue unappreciated milestones remain in youso what if others did not see or valuethe journey … Continue reading Deletion
darkness deepensas saturnine instinctsof inmatesgather steam Are they violent, eviljealous or depressed?Are they buriedunder their own issues,or hate me enoughto attack, to vilifyfor no reason? Whatever the causeI can’t find the Sundaylight just disappearsdarkness deepens Weekend Writing Prompt
It's not a kiss, just a smear of jamsays the head of an unhappy famtears in eyes not wiped or noticedthe child moves to solitary confines says the head of an unhappy famdon't spare the rod to spoil the childthe child moves to solitary confinesin her old age, she cries for the fam don't spare … Continue reading Smear of jam
all those words hanging in oblivionunheard, ignored, misunderstoodall those emotions unexpresseddevalued, unrecognized or crushedall those open communication loopsunable to regroup, they droopscream for attention, ask for closure…I wake up in sweat, It’s a nightmare I wake up to reassure they existI acknowledge what originates in meI’m not responsible for receiver’s apathyThey live by their own … Continue reading Understanding or Love?
Laura gives us a tough assignment in MTB- Patchworking some Prose this weekend. I chose pages from the books - The Power of Intention - by Dr. Wayne Dyer and 2. Narrative Coaching by David B. Drake The lines are not very short, but so be it. Connect to the power that created you We … Continue reading We are not on automatic pilot
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