“Good morning, Joe!” “Well, the morning has not been so good. I was on the boss’s firing line.” “You should take your reports to him at the right time.” “And when is the right time?” “One needs to figure it out with observation. Befriend the boss’s secretary, keep your ear on sounds that escape from … Continue reading Perfect strategy
She found herself with a shrink on a blind date. “Why should a celebrity choose to go on blind dates, when you’ve had your fair share of high profile link-ups?” “I needed to see myself in a different way, after the last movie bombed on the box office.” “Hmmm… a problem in handling failure, and … Continue reading Spunk
magic of black paint a few brushstrokes or palette knives on a pastel canvas setting imagination afire …. creativity https://scvincent.com/2019/07/25/thursday-photo-prompt-aflame-writephoto/
Welcome back to the Exploration Challenge! PROMPT This week, we will play around with quotes - preferablY around writing, creativity OR writer's block If you have a brilliant thought about something else, you are most welcome to share it in the form of a quote. The choice of format is yours - text, jpeg, video … Continue reading Reena’s Exploration Challenge #97
movement is the theme of a train –else it is just wagons and cars hissing out steam, or electric currents running through nerves of steel it whistles, it makes forays through clouds, tunnels, forests and hills it onboards people fast , it bids them goodbye not knowing if it will be the last or will … Continue reading Movement
What is a journey without a destination? What is a journey without a planned destination? a journey made of free will a journey imposed a journey for new beginnings a journey to the end… Travel fascinates, unfailingly it is the purpose or lack of it which blows me to bits https://dversepoets.com/2019/07/23/poetics-movement/
my lonely, scalded soul groans so often on being unfairly chosen for the cross my tears are nothing, but lava molten just why should divine justice be so gross I drag through the day, and then sleep morose one morning… my inner eye awakens I see no reason to be so shaken it's all … Continue reading Cross I bear
I dreamt I was the moon. Miraculously, the underbelly of the world revealed itself – crime, conspiracy, concealed hostility. I swelled in size gradually, as I internalized the gory tales. I wish I was the Sun, scalding all…. but it was a moonless night again. https://dversepoets.com/2019/07/22/prosery-2/
Prompt at https://amanpan.com/2019/07/22/brewnspew-cafe-july-22-2019/ Tears of joy are like the summer rain drops pierced by sunbeams. – Hosea Ballou indifferent smiles remind me I haven’t cried for long -tears that welled from depths of innocence -smiles that beamed uncalculated, unconcerned now a thing of the past …. purity of raindrops on my unmade face and … Continue reading Whole again …
They congregated up in the hills, far away from judging eyes. They looked rather unkempt in distressed denims, straggly hair and unwashed/unshaven faces but carried the latest devices. They spread out to different spots and remained busy on their equipment. Seven hours later, the skies turned a dark grey with rumblings of thunder, and the … Continue reading Those unkempt guys…
