Paws hugging me at end of day take forlorn moods to bursts of joy winging on love unconditional I live again 28 (4*7 syllables) inspiration at Weekly Writing Prompt #106 Pic: boredpanda.com
Unconditional
Paws hugging me at end of day take forlorn moods to bursts of joy winging on love unconditional I live again 28 (4*7 syllables) inspiration at Weekly Writing Prompt #106 Pic: boredpanda.com
indulgence in play turns to consuming passion all in the mind Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge
The space for self is found only in emptiness devoid of reflections and responses ingrained early in life. The prototypes offered for choice were made by someone who did not know the raw material to be shaped The prototypes I created with full knowledge of the self was a strange sight to the … Continue reading Space for the Self
Mrs. Kapoor had been locked up in the house for five days. The refrigerator stock was at an all-time low, as supplies were interrupted. The vendors could not reach the house. Domestic help was marooned in their homes, or battling for survival somewhere. She was old and infirm, and not fit enough to cook for … Continue reading Dissolution
Enjoy the fun at Mick's Elfje Challenge #4
Alignment matters more than abundance Plenty of talent and hard work do not ensure prosperity Stay aware of interactions between self and universe how you react and how you align will determine outcomes Reality rotates around a fulcrum resting within us Weekend Writing Prompt #19 by Sammi Cox Pic: thrivemovement.com
That one act of yours trust flew out of windows in psyche and soul why did I not read through your questionable motives? #SoCS
your repressed laughter drills holes in their raw psyche impressionable minds with scars formed early are tough game for therapy Saturday Mix at MLMM (Using Synonyms - Same Same but Different) Pic posted by sarcasm_society on Twitter.
The focus is on eyes – windows to the soul my heart bleeds alone TJs Household Haiku-13
I returned home one evening to find newspapers torn into neat little vertical strips, and piled into a heap. Somebody had perfected the technique to get pieces of a similar shape and size, and taught others how to do it. The effort was laudable, as there was no lofty purpose behind doing it. The doers … Continue reading Busy with a purpose