Moonlight smells of insomnia and dreams. I hear the sound of late night revellers and graveyard-shifters. I think about the crimes being committed somewhere. I feel the chill in the air as the street dog curls up in her sleep. I sip a few more drops of alcoholic imagination. I see my blank screen, as … Continue reading Smell of Moonlight
unfulfilled dreams dissatisfaction frustration masquerading as enviable success celebrity lives leave a lot to be desired Tuesday Chatter Weekly 9
sweet dreams linger on of pretty, tarty beings on blades of green grass they invade privacy welcome a romantic spring Ronovan Writes Weekly Poetry Challenge
twist of fate tends to sharpen edge of doubts buried deep in the dark subconscious truth’s not always fair Shadorma written for Weekly Writing Challenge #130
“The unicorn is a myth.” “All myths originate from someone’s thoughts, when a need is felt for it.” “Desperation to believe?” “Yes. The story goes that only a virgin could capture it. Virgins denote power of purity. That makes the unicorn a symbol of truth.” “There are no absolute truths either.” “I agree. But it … Continue reading No absolute truths
Here's a piece of prose poetry, or poetic prose .... My core belief is that there are no core beliefs. Everything is susceptible to change. I craved for understanding and acceptance, and believed that it will emerge miraculously from somewhere, but it never did. I believed that sadness will disappear at the other end of … Continue reading Core beliefs
I think I know where the path leads. Hence, I take small, measured, premeditated steps with a strategy. The gaps between the trunks and leaves show glimpses of the sky, and am imagined destination. Yes, the sky is where I want to reach. A turn, a stone and a fall --- and I am in … Continue reading Endings
two hemispheres of the brain four chambers of the heart life is not singular symmetrical beauty sometimes a dream In other words, heart at Patricia's Place
Here's a Reverse Etheree belief grows from a need for rootedness old and new do not always connect imposed expectations challenge emergence of new systems life for those starts with fighting the old the past is dead release it let it go Weekly Tanka Poetry Prompt Challenge by Elsie Hagley
I never throw rose petals away, even after the flowers have wilted. The extracted goodness of the petals goes into my skincare regime, and the softness lives on. The ones I immersed in water today started bleeding purple. It was the artificial color sprayed on the petals by the florist. The rose stem looked askance … Continue reading Appreciation
