thanks to a bright sunyou experience life intechnicolor dreams https://only100words.xyz/2020/07/30/three-line-tales-235/ https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/07/30/tale-weaver-286-sunrise-30th-july/
Technicolor
Today
This is the window to my soul. Today, I’ve found the keys to the conscious and subconscious and unconscious scripts, I could not decipher earlier. Today is the day of emancipation for me. Today is the first day of the rest of my enlightened life. I would have kept rambling, if they had not asked … Continue reading Today
Corrosive
I will never forget the summer I learnt stained glass painting. We had to make our own coolers, mixing resins and pigments. The slightest error would spoil the effect. Glass is the most unforgiving surface - it does not conceal anything. My sub-conscious mind became that glass, in years to come. It would reveal everything … Continue reading Corrosive
Voice
early years spent being asked not to fly so high tiny feet being pulled down to earth grounded -My enthusiasm Yet - those wings carefully tucked in sprouted again taking me to the skies resurfaced -My Imagination I picked up a pen moved to keyboards and found voice Yes, voice.... need to have a voice … Continue reading Voice
Leaves
brush my skin gently with textured leaves transfer stories held within to arteries which fire my being illuminate a passive mind Colleen Chesebros' theme for the week “Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth.” Herman Hesse See the writing challenge at https://colleenchesebro.com/2020/07/28/colleens-2020-weekly-tanka-tuesday-poetry-challenge-no-188-themeprompt/
Rose Garden
“The Rose Garden is being redesigned,” said she, walking amidst brambles on the zig-zag path I saw potential which could have bloomed if not partnered with obnoxiousness -an identity that could have shaped better without the golden umbrella which encased her hungry spirit https://dversepoets.com/2020/07/27/quadrille-no-108-among-the-brambles/
Hidden
always watch out for unmistakable stamp ofCreator's concealed handselaborate, ornate workbut motive remains unclear https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/07/28/photo-challenge-325/
Petrified
Your swirling hair Beguiles Your beauty Transfixes Your presence Mesmerizes Perceived In the mirror Your reflection Sustains Issue from Your blood Takes flight To the stars Your head adorns A warriors shield. Who am I.
One day I will
One day I will …. By hecbloggee
one day I will write about us
it will be the best
ever piece
I write
of
fib
Fib: Noun
- A lie
- A poem consisting of 6 lines with 20 syllables, with syllables per line of 1/1/2/3/5/8 based on Fibonacci Sequence. The poem above is an example of Reverse Fibonacci poem.
In response to: Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 145
Magic
What do you do, when the teapot is too small, and you need to serve six people? I learnt to conjure magic in the cups. I taught them to play a game, and let them believe their cups are unfilled, because they lost the game. The winner got something, for sure, and saw me as … Continue reading Magic
