Dreams of a lifetime vanished in thin air, as you walked past with your magical gait. I needed oxygen to live, and I tried to bottle up a bout of fresh air, and own it forever. Alas, it was never meant to be …. you left as you came in. Three Line Tales
“It is not safe outside. Stay put here …” there was urgency in her voice. I knew what was coming. “What makes you think so?” “Look there”, she pointed towards the open key hole in the door. The door had certainly seen better days. “I see the blue expanse of the sea….” “Shhh…. The giant … Continue reading Grey horizon
“The business is spiralling towards success, and all credit goes to this brilliant team here….” The hall was filled with applause, as the baritone reverberated across the audience. I couldn’t help but notice that some smiles on the dais looked decidedly strained. I voiced my doubts in a whisper to my neighbor in the front … Continue reading Illusions
sensory pleasure multiplies in meadows wistful lone leaf flies Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille
I look for a spirit behind the glamor and beauty, edited highlights of ladies who lunch, and pose to oblige camera lenses ever smiling with gleaming eyes I may just find a sister somewhere seeking companions for the soul who sees life just as I do has been thru’ the same grind in metaphoric ways … Continue reading Soul Sisters
watching burgeoning moss of blind obeisance floating over shallow waters DISGUST overtakes our transparent depths making us despondent honest courage despairs Colleen's 2018 #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 78
It took a while for me to understand what lies behind loud guffaws. The derision of a psychopath, concealed pain of a loser, camaraderie between bumchums, drunk merriment and playing up to expectations. In the process of analysing laughter, I have forgotten how to smile. naked vision stings as tears trickle down I reach for … Continue reading Raw
black shades of mindless evil make revenge look grey and purple like the scars on innocence which bleed, then swell disproportionate to past weakness. will power emerges out of the blue and leaps like tongues of fire to burn the perpetrator’s ego and live forever a glowing ember Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge at Go … Continue reading Vengeful is the soul
walking together for some time lifting feet in perfect rhythm to the music of shared thoughts and then, bidding goodbye to go our own way been there, done that and yet, it feels not true Weekly Writing Challenge #135 (5) Words: | WAY | WALK | TRUE | DONE | LIFT |
