It’s always you, it’s not me, Mercury riding on your back with light you interact playing a game designed to sell You pass judgements on me…. You catch reflections bouncing back from my skin my core you’ll never catch it lies so deep beneath I master language write self-portraits use a few filters from fave … Continue reading It’s always me
I love a dash of red to define my loose lips daring - it's my signature style don't look envious - you just won't get there it's me and me alone takes courage to be here https://colleenchesebro.com/2020/09/08/colleens-2020-weekly-tanka-tuesday-poetry-challenge-no-xxx-synonymsonly/
fascinated I am there goes Me … independent soul made of stardust followed by a trail of achievements tucked in autobiographies sand dunes smile to say hello “Is that You?” the Universe awaits… https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2020/09/07/what-do-you-see-46-7-september-2020/
Brina Blum on Unsplash be myself is all that matters Home, sweet home.... who gave you rights to intervene in my domain it's my Home ... Sweet Home my heart belongs here the mind feels free to travel everywhere, and then back home -where else? because It's the only place truly mine https://amanpan.com/2020/09/07/eugis-weekly-prompt-home-sweet-home-september-7-2020/
separated by screens and masks connected by devices I often wonder if I hear them correctly humans spend more time peeping inwards eavesdropping to hear the voice of your conscience and soul strangers we have been not sure if more to ourselves or others https://dversepoets.com/2020/09/07/quadrille-111-whats-that-rustling-in-the-eaves/
I had the oddest feeling of apprehension as I entered the ghost train. Horror was a subject I had to tackle for the next TV show. Yet, horror was not new to me. The horror of surprises thrown by unexpected human conduct, the horror of being fleeced by the noblest medical profession in times of need and the … Continue reading The Ghost Train
I’ve spent a week with her, whiling away time on coffee and endless chatter. Ans the repetition is appalling. There is not a single story or sentence I’ve not heard before.Is this what a cloistered existence does to people? How do they manage to close all windows? I come away with a conclusion - the … Continue reading Freshness
have you ever felt being dropped stratospheric existence cropped? -vagaries of disturbed life uncertainty growing rife -then a new order emerged acceptance, will to live surged have you ever felt being dropped stratospheric existence cropped? https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/09/05/saturday-mix-lucky-dip-5-september-2020/
Yes, I’ll be around when you look down wasting a life for a clown I was never taught to value myself no self-respect just a madness … and going down, down watching escalators carry your smartness your ego ballooning assessing, measuring distance between us forever increasing no self respect just a madness…. And going down, … Continue reading Just down, down….
My heart aches at the thought of what could have been. I woke up with a dream on the morning of 1st January, like many others, and prayed for a more sane and sensible world. I am a doer, not a vanilla dreamer. There was an action plan in place, in process of implementation. And … Continue reading Landscapes
