slippery rocks icy water unsteady gait chasing shady secrets and buried treasures I trust the one who holds my hand and shares the greed hoping one instinct does not overlap another. structured bonds of partners in crime as organic as greed can be I learn about human nature walking behind the waterfall … Continue reading Walking behind the waterfall
It is my first attempt at paragliding, and the thrill has captured every pore of my being. I feel like God, looking down at the world with its tiny creatures and dwellings. The sea looks like a pond in eternity, with hidden secrets in its depth. Another balloon passes me by, and I see two … Continue reading Spiky Stuff
I felt like a Mughal princess walking through this passage of fate. The trees were arm-twisting each other to take a bow, and create a shady path for me to walk on. I saw interesting animal shapes embedded in the trunks, and if wondered if the spirit of the forest had come together as a … Continue reading Romantic
living on the edge of madness and genius has lent new meaning to life and sanity soul awakening In other words, madness at Patricia's Place
I dare to dream of permanence in falling space quench eternal thirst Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille
sensitivity helps all animals escape the eye of a storm gifted with sharp ears, they help others to survive Weekly Tanka Prompt Challenge - Week 74- Elsie Hagley
Colleen Chesebro is back with her Weekly Poetry Challenge ... entrapped stark emptiness pretending being you, donning masks that manipulate image Colleen's Weekly Poetry Challenge #61
Back-stabbing surgery crunches into scabs displaying fine artistry of woven faith to prepare the surface leaving faint memories ripe for takeover by a plastic surgeon. Wounds bloom into scars life lessons for targets bouquets for those who deserve trust and brickbats for the unsuspecting. (44 words)
Hunter enjoyed being perched in his owner’s lap right from birth. It gave him a sense of superiority, as he looked down at his siblings playing on the floor, giving him envious looks. He was gifted with this keen, sharp vision – his gaze directed with equal intensity at the refrigerator door and the birds … Continue reading Savior
The old bookshop was closing down. Odorless devices had replaced the familiar, much-loved smell of books. Sydney had bought these as a gift for Will Hobbs. Theirs was an all-of-a-kind family uptown, where hearts were strangely warmed by books, a few degrees towards the far north. (280 characters)
