bleach metill you see my soul-shed imposed colourshistory, cultureexpectationsunrecognised mutationssuppressed motivation push that ladder awaydon’t use it to build your positionCaesar’s wife can be her own selfyour honour needs to be your ownyour thoughts, words and actionshun the movement frompossessiveness to possession bleach metill you see my souland I see yoursin black and whitereal, not … Continue reading Bleach me
Momoetry ..... by Nicole Smith
There’s something magical about the room, but not in a nice way. Is Ellen imagining the figure on the wall, or is it really there? Dad told her not to make up imaginary friends or foes. Wait and watch if the object under observation can really harm. The figure does not move, but something leaps … Continue reading Preparedness
fiddle with objectsfor no reasonchange somethingthat doesn’t need changechannel-surf on televisionscroll down Instagramtill eyes acheask a puppy to fetch the ballhope his energy infuses me-It’s sheer boredom open a deviceget in a state of flowplay with wordslet something emergefrom my deepest coreeffortlessly I’m just a mediumI’m at my best dVerse Poetics hosted by Lisa
It was her first taste of whiskey. “You look wasted. Learn to stop at the right time,” a so-called well-wisher quipped. “The first sip is the right time.” Gloria replies wryly. She is impressed by the exquisitely carved glass, not the drink. Disappointment boiled and fermented inside, till she changed completely as an individual. Her … Continue reading No impact
running overmelding into others-surfacescolors, emotions-leave itenriched, unmerged Alliterisen Alliterisen is as follows: 1st line- x syllables2nd line- x+2 syllables3rd line- x-1 syllables4th line- (x+2)-1 syllables5th line- x-2 syllables6th line- (x+2)-2 syllables Written for Colleen's Tanka Tuesday Weekly Prompt
a stab in the backnot always treacherous-someone’s assertion of independenceinability to hit you on the faceyou never made them feel free to do so a difference of opiniona parting of ways-the last gasp for breathbefore relationships die Quadrille at dVerse
What comes next ....by Jude Itakali
Colours .
By Aishwarya
In her eyes I see
flashes of uncertainty
of what she could be
Days splash gold at dawn
clouds bathe her in smoky grey
as red blood pounds on
Flakes of orange sun
scatter hope like confetti
till the rain pours down
Colours wash away
leaving pristine white pages
for her each new day
a journey of trustI leave behind a known worldwhich did not want me-I'm your destiny for lovemay be more than you are mine What Do You See
