Dissipation of concrete reality into intangible imagery is a writer’s forte. As the borderline between the real and unreal gets thinner, I question the validity of whatever I come across. My beliefs are in a permanent state of transformation. I meditate and find myself dissolving into ethereal forms. It scares me a little. Will I … Continue reading Dissolution
manacles bind some valued relationships which lend needed warmth ferret out space to grow prevent collective decay Colleen's Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge #69
I am a prophet, for I write my own story. Astrologers and fortune-tellers are the smartest species that exist in the world. Politicians have just refined the art further. My weekly forecast says ‘A Full moon could signify both beginnings and endings, of something that is needed to propel your life forward.’ That is the … Continue reading ReInvent the Framework
Life mirrors minds reflects the choices made at different intersections. Beware! In other words, choices at Patricia's Place
Triolet Shadorma Weekly Tanka Prompt #Poetry Challenge #Week 82
assess explore networks value-adding actions sift out the parasites Relax. Colleen's Weekly Poetry Challenge
The wimpy kid leans in on the 3rd wheel, seeing a painless Heaven. The 4th wheel refuses to budge, as the doctors say, “There’s still hope.” He wants happiness – not hope. Shades of grey gather. It’s the end of the inferno, and the mountains echoed. Jesus Calling…. 4th wheel moves. (279 characters) You … Continue reading The Fourth Wheel
Diving deep to generate ideas the flotsam and jetsam of untargeted thoughts emerging from unconscious depths finding its space. I wonder what the boats on the surface are fishing for I will be judged based on their catch and the display they choose for it. Photo Challenge #199
I see multiple dimensions in seeming simplicity amplified happiness deep valleys of sorrow a painful realization of being different in detachment sunlight radiates joy while the sun burns fire spreads warmth the source exhumes itself. I wish I was a poem not the poet. (44 words) Poem One for Me - dverse … Continue reading Bleeding
I wished for a loving wife fully devoted to me and the family, and perhaps, it was this desire that drove us both round the bend. Your brilliance could not be contained in a small home. You were born to fulfil a larger life purpose. We appreciated your talents, but still, obstinately wished that you … Continue reading I Wish
