I fight for level playgrounds on shaky earth feet trembling with underground tremors They say the earthquake never happened… It’s pure insanity… finding balance with manacled limbs fighting for rights never granted… Fair play assumes equality But I don’t live in an equal world… https://dversepoets.com/2021/11/15/quadrille-140-lets-go-to-the-fair/
Isn't it strange?Forgetting to turnthe key, andcomplainingof closed doors to happiness?Mindfulness called for... https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2021/11/15/what-do-you-see-108-november-15-2021/
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The dreams that I dream
Fly off to heavens and
Transform into palaces
When I will go there
I’ll find all unrequited wishes
Waiting for me, the reward of being
Patient
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Many beautiful entries this week in response to WDYS # 107. Please click on the links to read the amazing contributions of all these people.
Lauren; The next level
ChrisHall; Castles in the air
Michnavs; Uncertainty
Novel reader; What do you see
Maria; Mystic castle
Mason; Cloud palace
Inkdrop; Castles in the air
Keith; Daily dose of silliness
Reena; Dreams are made of ….
Melanie; castles
Susi; Pareidolia
Diana; Heavenly castle
Jim; Sky pilot
Jules; Castles in the air
EM Kingston; I see a dream never ending
Books and Bonsai; White Castle
Sangeetha; White clouds
Nope, not Pam; What do you see # 107
Suzette; Haiku + Quote WDYS
Kittysverses;
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Bubbled ….by VJ Knutson
Deception holds these walls in place
denial renders them invisible
I am a dreamer floating
in a bubbled realm…safe
Breathe softly, still
the midnight air,
calm the inner
children,
sing tender
lullabies
of forever…
pretend
Solitude lends
perfection
to daily noise
I am invisible
motionless
free….
deluded.
(For Reena’s Xploration challenge: writing from inside the bubble.
Image my own)
Carol Anne’s take on Xploration Challenge #207
Cocooned inside my bubble
safe from the outside world
Tucked away
Getting through each day
Shielded
Happy in the knowledge
That I am ok
Each and every single day
I can do this
I will make it
Inside my bubble
Where I don’t struggle
Reenas Xploration Challenge #207 Reena Saxena (wordpress.com)
Mom lost her mind ….by Francis the Frenchie
I’m not sure what reality Mom lives in, but it’s definitely not the same as mine.
She made me watch the movie “Big” with Tom Hanks—which was confusing because everyone still fit on the screen as if they were normal size—and she told me I’d be in trouble if I interrupted with any unnecessary barking.
The next day, she comes walking through the door with a keyboard the same size as the one in the movie, talking about training me to dance on the ivory with my four paws and play “chopsticks.”
Prompted from Three Line Tales at: https://only100words.xyz/2021/11/11/three-line-tales-302/.
Prompted from Reena’s Xploration Challenge at: https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2021/11/11/reenas-xploration-challenge-207/.
If I hold a mirror to you, will you recognise yourself? You may call me disfigured, broken or ugly You may say conforming is the only way to go Will you see shades of your fractured self in me? You may call me disfigured, broken or ugly For all that is different, is alien to … Continue reading Holding a mirror
https://open.spotify.com/episode/7M4She4lp75nJrWvfqGdY8?si=4ef2614abb044941 He trudges on in the desert, as the weight of the basket increases with every step. Special boots do not help. The glasses he wears obstruct clear vision, The compass shows a certain direction, but he’s not sure why is he following that. The ineptitude shows. He has never been trained for mental strength … Continue reading Ineptitude
Of my own making …..by Susi Bocks
life is random
my thoughts specific
i’d like to live
where I would thrive
a place
filled with comfort
meeting my needs
supplying what’s required
this
my paradise
this
enough of what is needed
Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge #207 & Eugenia’s Weekly Prompt – Enchanted
I surprise myself with my resilience I still breath in toxic ambience I wonder if brains alter with what I face jumping from manic to depressive phase I analyse what’s inaccessible see blindness, hear the inaudible Then I see shadows that follow me It’s so familiar, but that’s not me I die several deaths, but … Continue reading That’s not me
