her cuteness circles around sweet memories of life part of my circadian rhythm Gold WSeekly Tanka Poetry Prompt Challenge -Week 93
Cuteness
Let bygones be bygones ….
There were several family secrets hidden in the basement. Each item of junk stored in drawers and cupboards had a story behind it, as his mother often said. He remembered her say that a clock stopped functioning at the time of each death in the family. So, the time on each clock chronicled the death … Continue reading Let bygones be bygones ….
Story behind
“Isn’t that an unusual place for a wreath?” “Sure, it is. Ronald found it there in return from his wife’s funeral.” “Was that a late mourner who missed the funeral?” “ It was Ronald’s tribute to her placed on the casket. He was scared out of his wits to find it here. It was as … Continue reading Story behind
Beckoning
Collecting my thoughts challenge in adversity long, hard path beckons dreams on fluffy pillows only gave me the roadmaps Collleen's Weekly Tanka Challenge
Broken
“Reflections do nothing to boost my self-esteem.” “You look beautiful….” “I look different … in different mediums. It is the medium that makes or breaks me.” She was tracing lines with a twig on water, watching the images crack up, and make faces at her. She was no longer whole. (276 characters) Twittering Tales … Continue reading Broken
Desires
forget, sublimate the pain of forbidden love live life unfazed Unrequited desires drive idle minds Photo Challenge #210
Twilight hours
I believe that a clean, surgical break helps one to tide over the past, and move on in life. It does not help to let any pain from the past impact you – be it projects, people, thoughts or emotions. Experience cannot be erased, as it has been a part of me. But I can … Continue reading Twilight hours
Unending
A pain hidden beneath or concern for your future a desire for revenge or success in the venture? It’s not always possible to alienate all that’s thine interpretation of asperity is yours versus mine. Tuesday Chatter Weekly
Agony
Just back from the dentist. Couldn't think of much else ... I turn my eyes to view the moving circles change shape and color on the high ceiling above agony of dentist’s chair Weekly Writing Challenge #137 (5) Words: | MOVE | CHANGE | PAIN | TURN | VIEW |
Tropical climes
parched soil, famines I wonder if it is fun the tropical sun Ronovan Writes
