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Brittle promises,
riding breezily on a rice paper boat 
on choppy oceans of this random universe;
Whimsy as its clumsy sail
of patchwork patterns cut out from life,
Chance as its wayward hope,
earnestly tying new born souls with tinsel.



What if tomorrow comes?
What if the gods renege?

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Mindfills for Sammi Cox’s weekend writing prompt ~ renege in 49 words; FOWC chop; RDP patterns ; another one for dVerse Ekphrastic poetryinspired by the art of Lee Madgewik

This week Reena Saxeena over at Reena’s Xploration Challenge set us the task of writing something in response to this line: “passing through a doorway in history”.Below lies my contribution, a poem titled: Moment In The Sun.

MOMENT IN THE SUN

This is our moment in the sun
When we embrace the spotlight
Or cut and run
Because it’s too bright!
This is your 15 minutes
Of fame
When we surpass our limits
And dance in the rain
Make the most of our time
Here on earth
Sing; travel; paint or rhyme
Show us what you’re worth
Because we’re just
“passing through a doorway in history”
A mere drop in the ocean of time
A twinkle in our maker’s eye
What happens next is a mystery
Which way you turn
When you walk through that door
No way to discern
What lies in store
Until you turn the handle

We have a phrase this week to serve as your writing prompt.

…passing through a doorway in history

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Past holds a fascination

The desire to know all that’s hidden

Beneath the dusty pages of yesterday

The wonder of what and how things occurred

Makes us want to step through the doorway in history

And take deep look, at the events that happened then

We want unvarnished, untarnished and unbiased truth

And not the version of one set of ideals or the other

But it it even possible to know the whole truth

And not the one as seen through the eyes of the narrator?

It seems that there’s no going back!

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Written for RXC: PROMPT # 248, hosted by Reena

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#RXC

In the wilderness of everyday
I stumble upon cracks of time
letting out into the now
new born fronds of futures
made up from pieces
of yesterdays
you and I
wandered
wild

Cee’s FOTD; dVerse OLN; Reena’s exploration challenge 248 – passing through a doorway in history; poetry form ~ a nonet

A nonet has nine lines. The first line has nine syllables, the second line eight syllables, the third line seven syllables, etc… until line nine that finishes with one syllable

Written forhttps://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/ passing through a doorway in history

Passing through a doorway in history, Peter couldn’t interfere. He was told if he did, then time would change in unfathomable ways. If he killed Hitler, it wouldn’t stop the war, just the time it took to make them.

Today he chose the start of the first world war, well not the real start, but the ignition of the fuel. A reason to start a war, when all they needed was an excuse. His homework book in his bag, and clothes to represent the time, he stepped over the edge and into a different world.

How did they live in a world without internet?

They talked in restaurants, unaware of how close they were to history. One movement to the left, and the war would never happen. He followed the man responsible, through each alley, and for a split second, he…