small provocations make tempers flare, all goodwill just evaporates Ronovan Writes
Provocations
Belief makes it true
I was told reality is only a perspective, and I believed it. I had to move around the table, see the same object from different angles, and reconstruct a reality I considered comprehensive. bits and pieces from my experience colored the lenses I used So, I am only a character in the story – the … Continue reading Belief makes it true
Lost in time
This is the opposite of Erasure Poems (erasing words from a given para or stanza to create a poem). I have added words to all the titles given in the prompt. Shall we call it Patchwork Poetry? All that lies broken in the house of bones is the sound of pride and jagged pieces … Continue reading Lost in time
Evil Spirit
A landscape artist had done this arrangement for his parents, long ago. The birth of a grandchild or any happy occurrence in the family was celebrated in that space with confetti, cake and tiny glasses of wine. His mother believed that the fairies had visited. The door of the shelter was never opened. It was … Continue reading Evil Spirit
Attitude
There's a lot to be said about Wanting to do it my way
Change the World
“Change the world”, she said. He did not have the heart to confess that he was an ordinary mortal. He conjured pink smoke and gave her a different lens to see the world. She believed every vision that he generated for her. There had been many who were teaching her to survive – the killer … Continue reading Change the World
The Seer
fearful minds do not enter untried and untested portals the internet of life is virgin territory the hands of time held hostage by a benign monstrosity oblivious to its impact on future of fear an untouched core awaits the seer who overcomes time to discover eternity of truth Thursday Photo Prompt #writephoto
Reflection
Remind me of existing reality for life beckons with exquisite images of bygone eras colored with bias. tremors of age, inflections of a toothless voice negate youthful memories. Weekend Writing Prompt #32
Molten Lava
liquid dreams moulded to suit their desires and frozen with their contempt, scald like molten lava with the latent power of revenge. SoCS
Walking Away
“No exit” flashed the sign on the inner side of the entrance door. Her phone beeped again. Adam was getting impatient waiting for her in the car, and she was yet trying to figure out an exit route from the mall. Her hands ached with the weight of the bags she was carrying, and she … Continue reading Walking Away
