Hands – Indira’s take on Exploration Challenge #165
Our theme for this week isHANDS.
hands speak
many languages
of
greetings
love
hate
friendship
of
bonds
giving and receiving
empathy
soft touch
hard touch
they unite
they divide
sometimes they touch
you get touch therapy
sometimes they touch
yet
you feel untouched
Reena's Exploration Challenge #166 Welcome to the last Exploration Challenge of 2020! Yes, we will take a two week break, while your creativity flows in directions other than blogging. PROMPT #166 I’m employing a reverse strategy for the last prompt in this year. Here are two short pieces for the prompt. inkblots mutate to form … Continue reading Reena’s Exploration Challenge #166
It moves from East to West or so I think, but are there trajectories I don’t see? It blazes through my psyche, burns consciousness as I struggle to make sense of it. Back on my feet, I await another night, another soil ….. and solitude to plant the seeds of thought. Will the seeds be … Continue reading Uncertainty
Fractured, a million minute pieces, a framework crumbled. Not without warning were the signs, no acknowledgement of foundation fissures visible to the naked eye. Source trace immaterial,time works what it will not without cooperation. Of the moment, in the moment, each moment opportunity. Reach outward without prejudice, probability jury willreject, stacked long ago. Your power only, change in the pocket, lay it on the table.
why look up there forinspiration - when those pawsand art have your back? https://only100words.xyz/2020/12/17/three-line-tales-255/
Shy pink …. By s.s.
blossoms blush shy pink
skies cover cheeks with both hands
dusk slips into bed
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Mindfills of s.s. for
shooting flames throw some light dark secrets from past tumble out - fond memories take a flight diaries hidden In book covers speak a different language than warmth of fireplace I freeze - a chill hovers neither a pull, nor a hook my once cherished inglenook https://dversepoets.com/2020/12/14/quadrille-118-in-the-inglenook/
terror dancing in the hallI watched the mask fallThey called him by a different nameAdolf written all over the game I watched the mask falla dictatorial culture enthralledAdolf written all over the gameOne by one, they emerge from the mane a dictatorial culture enthralledmore than one in the mask, what gall!One by one, they emerge … Continue reading Adolf written all over the game
vigour and fervour hands that clasp mine hold promises for a future Relaxed, I roam around waiting to be called back there is no sound… I come back to the cosy place an unfamiliar iron grip Rings alarms - it is too late I’m placed under house arrest a public speech, new promises there they … Continue reading Tightening grips
Heartwarming brings to mind the 4 years spent with my dog love, Chappy… A few glimpses Scene 1 She is being cajoled to join us for the Laxmi Puja (a worship ritual) on Diwali, but no response. The noise of crackers outside created sever discomfort for her, and she was hiding under the bed. We … Continue reading Heartwarming
