The tangled world belowmakes them restlessNo surrender plansYet clouds drift on white wingsacross a clear blue sky,releasing turbulence. They rain on an unsuspecting, parched Earth. Unseasonal rains, or artificial rains,in pursuit of something other than Peace,distort predictions,fracture farmers’ income. And somewhere,behind the curtain of weather,a hand unseen rewrites the scriptnot of rain, but of fate. … Continue reading Tangled World
morning sunmakes a surprised appearancestifled sighs of the nightchirping on branchesinspire hope withnew address Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge #63
familiarity breedslike fat blooms on rancid chocolateA bite feels like a risk-that can spark warswith rumbling soundscausing a churnnever fully understoodyet feared-or pacify addiction relationshipsneither cosy nor repulsivehands pulled awaythen heldfor photo-ops Quadrille Monday at dVerse
Someone is watching us. Stop hallucinating. Infighting creates a bigger problem for us than external forces. We are humanoids and were designed to be above human weaknesses. We are also endowed with higher perception powers than humans, and an alarm bell is ringing somewhere inside me. A Mechanical hand extended itself and hit the pause … Continue reading Someone Somewhere
In a quiet village lived a man who carried a hidden well within him. This well was not filled with water, but with venom—opinions, resentments, and malice he had stored over the years. Whenever someone dropped a single word into that well, the serpent inside stirred, and venom spilt out with the same force as … Continue reading The Serpent’s Well
Persuasion failed once again, as her teenage son walked out with a backpack. She stood at the doorway, words caught in her throat, watching his silhouette shrink against the evening light. The bag was heavy with defiance, stitched with the threads of independence he believed he had earned. She remembered her own callow youth, the … Continue reading Deja Vu
The line I chose is from a poem our friend Maggie wrote - The Room that Echoed Back as if each repeated idea consumeda little more spacethan it returned. My take on it in the Golden Shovel format. The theme is not the same. I've borrowed her words. Freedom for all, love and peace to … Continue reading It’s not over yet
Welcome back! PROMPT #428 We have multiple words with similar meanings to serve as your inspiration this week. Dogmatism — emphasises the rigid, unquestioning adherence to one’s own beliefs. Solipsism — conveys being trapped inside one’s own head, unable to truly engage with others’ perspectives. Monologuing — highlights the one‑sided, self‑absorbed communication style. Cognitive rigidity … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #428
You are just a character, so you have to follow my instructions. The character does a few somersaults on the page, changes colour like a chameleon, and shows a face that looks AI-generated. This won’t help me carry the story forward. He waves his hand like a magical wand and changes the shape of a … Continue reading The Story – Beginning and End
My train of thought moves at jet speednot on parallel tracksbut all over the space words break out of neural pathwaysto seek relevance in the world.They lull me into a somnambulist statebefore I incarcerate them on a page. I wake up to find they havedisappeared into the sky-my page is blankDid a star employ themto … Continue reading Unparalleled
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