illusions of depth sealed in ignorant darkness falling off the cliff restarts me, but brands the soul angels betray once again Weekly Writing Challenge #138
Angels betray
Balance
“I admire your patience.” “Years ago, I fell in love with something called a Gantt chart.” I playfully held her attention to the image on the screen. “And what’s that?” “It depicts the influence of your actions on the entire project. One act of yours could accelerate, delay or sabotage the whole process. Since then, … Continue reading Balance
Spoke in the Wheel
I dragged on to register protest bruised by the road bleeding wisdom I try and fit into the slot once deserted A spoke in the wheel opinionated subjugation it resents the wrong direction yet, empowers movement #SoCS
Stained
A single drop of color filled in, between the outlines etched with glass liner had spilled out. The stained glass created shadows on her pristine white outfit, as sunrays filtered in through the window. The imperfection resulting from paint spillage was magnified several times over. He wondered how often a woman was maligned due to … Continue reading Stained
Rain Down A Window
Raindrops
Reclusive reflections After a storm Inhibited imagination Now taking form of a Dewy discourse Reinstatement Of blocked creativity Poetic imagery Springs from nature Weekend Writing Prompt #51
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 33 – A Sense of Self
Socrates believed self-knowledge was essential. Today, we wonder if there’s even a self to know
There was a day when I thought I knew myself. It was terrifying and traumatic, and I suspect I am still recovering from the experience.
The reason is quite simple.
We are as human beings very complex creatures.
No two minds think the same.
In understanding one’s self, you have to acknowledge the uniqueness of us all. We might all look a bit the same but inside our minds there in lies the difference.
Our sense of self, comes from an acceptance of the context in which we have lived and in which we live today. These can be very different. Our childhood’s experiences often are the influence of living with our parents in whatever world they chose to live in. We had no say; we learned from them, we participated in their experiences.
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Oneself
Self or selfie
in
the
world of
make believe
self remains hidden
selfies create self delusion
In response toReena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 33
Rebel with a Cause
That Friday feeling is here and it is time to post my 20th poem of the challenge. This morning is all about rebellion and the prompt is to write a poem about this theme or to rebel against the way you usually write by choosing a different approach. I have written about a ventriloquist’s doll who breaks free! Happy Friday!
Viola’s Rebellion
Her face is white as porcelain
Her lips are thin and red
And as the concertina plays
He tilts her fragile head
The voice that he embodies
Has a churlish, silly sound
He helps her do a courtesy
And then makes her spin around
Her floral dress, conservative
Her frilly blouse too tight
Those fallen locks have lost their shine
But who is she to fight?
She’s at the mercy of his hands
She doesn’t have control
The only life she’s ever known
Is as a passive doll
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