moments immortalised in bubbles reminders of expansion yet diluted at the borders essence retained relevance lost In motion pale shadows look back at original in hope of restoration https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2021/01/22/up-where-we-belong-challenge-174/
What’s in it for her? Will she want to come with me if I chase her to other end of the world? A night’s tango is dreamy magic -but I need the offer framed and finalised before commitment that flew from a shoe slips through the circumference of a ring https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2021/01/21/tale-weaver-fairy-tale-311-how-to-be-a-prince-charming-january-21st/
a note from destiny a coin to be flipped over or a call from once-desired destinations maybe luck changed tracks when I switched off all notifications being enveloped is no longer glory when I fly free beyond limitations https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2021/01/18/what-do-you-see-65-january-18-2021/
Why should it feel so bleak? there's a camera out there I imagine applause... I smile at screens.... there's a camera out there it connects me to an audience I smile at screens.... I see them wave back at me it connects me to an audience Why should it feel so bleak? I see them … Continue reading Why should it feel so bleak?
this is not a painting emotions spilling over all over the place in different colors overlapping asserting resisting merging creating illusions calling for attention…. forming shapes drawing boundaries underplaying some- emphasising other structures to make sense… I look at leaves of hope I painted on top of chaos to make it look like a work … Continue reading A work of art
you found me somewhere there amidst the noise of meetings a silent protest -unregistered while you tackled your inner noise you preached patience castigated callowness lack of experience I dwindled away I’m the wild iris I grew by myself In forests - abandoned, alone with a strength of purpose gathering all that you lost In … Continue reading Recognise me?
landing dab in the middle of chaotic states being stabbed where voice originates nobody has a clue of the grit it takes to just survive, not win or create majorities always win without debate it feels as if makers of the world died intestate https://dversepoets.com/2021/01/11/quadrille-119-dabbling-in-poetry/
sleepwalking is her bane swirling her auburn mane she walks through dark gates They close in on her, with disdain awake, alert … she is now grown looks for space to call her own mountain guards laugh at her she’ll soon be just another stone there are many of her ilk there hardened, but no … Continue reading Through the iron gates
I was told you are now old stop where you are stop being blasé lest you become A basket case I look forward to years beyond jaded imagination stepping out of bins disrupting coronations Take a bow live in denial light a candle to see in the dark I’m a scandal https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2021/01/07/tale-weaver-309-7th-january-a-basket-case/
LINK TO SELECTED POEM https://allpoetry.com/poems/about/Unusual STATIC PEOPLE by reflection shadows Parts of me fails to understand. Between silence and television calm. There is a blank empty canvas in me. That seems to eat the planets in space, and devour it all. To drift between chaos and order. My own shadow sits; and screams! It's tears … Continue reading Name the Weapon
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