I am on a wheelchair. I see my hand shaking with Parkinson’s, and thank my stars for escaping Alzheimer’s. Escapes have been a large part of my creative outpourings. I loved the idea of finding other worlds, and the children lapped it up with glee. My stories moved from fantasy tales for kids, to the … Continue reading Escapades
Where is our root?
On shifting fashions,
like that house built on sand,
awaiting the tumolt
and inevitable ruin?
Or on authentic sense,
that citadel founded on rock,
indifferent to buffeting winds
and punishing waters?
autumn rain
a swollen brook eroding
a well-worn rock
Mish hosts dVerse Poets Pub’s Quadrille #45–rock tonight!
Once upon a time ideas and strength rocked the world I watch the swag and fleeting glory of rock stars today with mild amusement sprinkled with a little disdain. Concepts change values outlive themselves the world’s a stage where hollowness is having its day. (44 words) Quadrille #45
over and above all the broken surfaces just glued together is heavy shine trying to conceal underlying cracks ignored foolishly left unattended, when raw hurt lies within look deep when you ache reverberations of pain speak of differences Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #176
“Selling artefacts from India will give a high profit margin. The business projections are positive.” “It is a new product line. The key lies in creating an interest in India.” “Sumati Roy is an Indian award-winning writer, who stays downtown. Check with her if she is willing to be a brand ambassador for your project.” … Continue reading A ‘Personal’ Business
I feel real as it is the only reality I know. A wild theory suggests that we are living in a simulation. Will that change the manner in which we act or react? If we are indeed there, the simulation is a reality for the participants, and an experience for a viewer. A coach tells … Continue reading The ‘Real’ Me
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A ghoonghtaless brave Rajput princess bedecked in mesmerizing regal wear, prancing around in her own magnificent gold bedecked palace courtyard, dancing her heart out in gay abandon, her swirling lehanga swishing wildly in huge concentric circles while her dainty hennaed hands rise up to the skies above, her beautiful kohl-lined eyes sparkling with divine love, her lips a prayer, ever seeking blessings for the earthlings below.
Or, a near desperate woman forced to step out of her home in search of her ‘missing’ husband, overnight losing her moniker Goddess Durga; instead finding herself metamorphosed into a mere object of man’s lascivious predatory instincts.
Still another, bogged down by the vicissitudes of fate, compelled by the dire need to keep body and soul together, sheds her clothes under the harsh…
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The circular frames on his living room wall, with a stone-studded circumference and pretty butterflies inside had always attracted attention. He had got them from Rio de Janeiro. “Are they replicas?” “They are real, but not alive.” He saw some people visibly cringe, imagining the ghastly crime of encasing dead butterflies, however beautiful they looked. … Continue reading Creeps
I stand in a whirlpool awestruck, moonstruck feet encircled by storms virgin sand beneath wriggles away the deflowered shore washed by receding tides flaunts scattered, ragtag remains of a fleeting romance wild waves, uncontrolled disintegrate midway reflect weeping stars aftermath of wanderlust https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2017/11/18/weekend-writing-prompt-29-random/
Grandma’s Legacy is a poem that I wrote several years ago in honor of a truly great woman—Elizabeth A. Babcock, born January 1, 1898, died January 1, 1975. Grandma lives on in the hearts and memories of all whose lives she touched. The photo ( circa 1952) of me and Grandma was taken by my dear father, one of Grandma’s eight children. ~ Bette A. Stevens
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