I am a prophet, for I write my own story. Astrologers and fortune-tellers are the smartest species that exist in the world. Politicians have just refined the art further. My weekly forecast says ‘A Full moon could signify both beginnings and endings, of something that is needed to propel your life forward.’ That is the … Continue reading ReInvent the Framework
Life mirrors minds reflects the choices made at different intersections. Beware! In other words, choices at Patricia's Place
Triolet Shadorma Weekly Tanka Prompt #Poetry Challenge #Week 82
Photo by Mike Wilson on Unsplash
rippling pond
a long search in vain for
the ties that bind
How much longer will you stare
for the answer that won’t come?
More gray than I’d like to admit. Growing crow’s feet. Lines under my blue eyes I don’t see in myself. A sorrow in those eyes, along side a determination to see things through. So, I take the next breath, the next look, and turn toward life.
Always, another step. Another breath.
Until there isn’t.
The mirror doesn’t lie either way.
Harvest moon
surprised by joy yet again
when I see your face
For you I treasure, therefore
you are where my heart must lie
For dverse–Tuesday Poetics, hosted by Bjorn, and
Colleen’s Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge no. 69, and
assess explore networks value-adding actions sift out the parasites Relax. Colleen's Weekly Poetry Challenge
The wimpy kid leans in on the 3rd wheel, seeing a painless Heaven. The 4th wheel refuses to budge, as the doctors say, “There’s still hope.” He wants happiness – not hope. Shades of grey gather. It’s the end of the inferno, and the mountains echoed. Jesus Calling…. 4th wheel moves. (279 characters) You … Continue reading The Fourth Wheel
Diving deep to generate ideas the flotsam and jetsam of untargeted thoughts emerging from unconscious depths finding its space. I wonder what the boats on the surface are fishing for I will be judged based on their catch and the display they choose for it. Photo Challenge #199
I see multiple dimensions in seeming simplicity amplified happiness deep valleys of sorrow a painful realization of being different in detachment sunlight radiates joy while the sun burns fire spreads warmth the source exhumes itself. I wish I was a poem not the poet. (44 words) Poem One for Me - dverse … Continue reading Bleeding
I wished for a loving wife fully devoted to me and the family, and perhaps, it was this desire that drove us both round the bend. Your brilliance could not be contained in a small home. You were born to fulfil a larger life purpose. We appreciated your talents, but still, obstinately wished that you … Continue reading I Wish
up close and personal kids invade our body space get away with it Ronovan Writes
