Your rigidity restricts you, despite the excellence of your construction. I love the fluidity of my being. Be not vain! You are still controlled by the water and sun. And your existence will end, if I cut you off at the base. Can you, really? It is all about the water and sun. Three … Continue reading Twinning
The tourist guide tells me that dome-shaped structures facilitate circulation of energy, in absence of sharp angles and corners. I’m not sure if energy is always positive. An idle thought crosses my mind – maybe the speakers like to hear echoes of their own voice. What could be the purpose of elaborate sculptural design and … Continue reading Humbled
I think of the nights we spent together, clinging to each other. Your dried tears on my fur are still unwashed. We were a tremendous source of strength to each other. I found a purpose to my existence, other than looking pretty on a shelf. You sought comfort in my softness and muteness, to wash … Continue reading Use and Throw
it happened again full moon inspired some dreams just to shrink once more Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille
day by day breath by breath I change with daily accretions shedding burdens each experience is shedding skin to grow a new one more resistant more tolerant looking back I don’t recognise the person that was me nor what I have become life happened somewhere in between Poetics at dVerse
Opportunity - walk out and about on green nature trails, out in the wilderness all emotions come to play, collecting thoughts to reflect on rocky patches and value success Weekly Tanka Poetry Prompt Challenge - Week 119
soul apparitions emanating from cauldrons life and death meet What do you see - by Helene Valliant
“The birds know, the pumpkins in the field know…” “What?” “The secrets hiding behind the bushes ….” “And how do we know that?” “Simple, Mama … walk over to the other side of the tree.” My little one can sure apply common sense to fairy tales. Reading out a story is not fun anymore. (277 … Continue reading Common sense
The night’s still young revellers wild, callow what awaits them at the next turn …. Who the hell wants to know? They enjoy life… Early success, early burnout nothing left to boost sagging spirits beaten hollow chickens come home to roost They regret life (44 words) Quadrille #67
I challenged destiny inking stories all over could not change my fate Photo Challenge #235
