She woke up one fine morning, and the nagging pain had disappeared. It was a tremendous relief. It looked like the new medicine was indeed effective. The week ahead was busy. The physiotherapist called for an appointment, but she terminated the arrangement. The waist belts, hot water bottles, therapy magnets, herbal oils all had to … Continue reading Pain
"I have some great gossip to share." "I have no interest. It is about a world I left behind." "But they still talk about you." Three Line Tales #Week 111
This is not a story, just a collection of micropoems related to aging.
“What do you think you can capture in the dark?’” “The deepest and darkest side of human nature….. a thief on the prowl to earn a living, the Tantric who deserted his family, hedonists enjoying nightlife, and tears shed when nobody’s watching them….. the tiny lights look like stars in the picture.” “That sounds deranged.“ … Continue reading Voice of (In)sanity
mysticism of love invites conjecture interpretations day and night blend in pink twilight zones red sun awaits morn dopamine bleeds chemistry seems timeless hormones subside living in bubbles professing eternal love a needle ends it romanticism holds key to survival brings awakening Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille
spontaneity beats all inculcated caution and experience the deepest parts of our self spring forth to consciousness In other words, spontaneous at Patricia's Place
the super programmer of the world executed secret projects and wrote the most complex code not decipherable, allowed a guess. Super Power played his game became God Poetics Tuesday by Lillian at dverse
Bussokusekika Poetry – a pattern of 5-7-5-7-7-7 grace under fire suppression of impulses image of control The whirlpools that I stand in with wobbly feet and mind belie projected balance Weekly Tanka Prompt #Poetry Challenge #88 by Elsie Hagley
freshness being challenged by collective wisdom border line of existence battles life unlined by threads of experience weaves rawness in embroidered perseverance mature mind regrets its gutsy thoughtlessness belie self-imposed suffering stillness time watches amused on the sideline recurring stories of conflict sangfroid contact poking embers unfolding fresh meaning generating respect, … Continue reading Generations
frozen bits reborn In global warming flow back to civilization and find targets I will now set fire to every suppressed desire and wait till the embers die and mingle with dust lest the lust for power and destruction brings back evil to life (44 words)
