I can touch the sun and not get burnt but rainbows distract should I create history or give in to impulse? How should I act? dilemmas eternal - the sun winks at me rainbows display eclat my palm extended I want to hold them both but the mirror cracks…. https://scvincent.com/2019/08/22/thursday-photo-prompt-mirror-writephoto/
are storms unseasonal, or my expectations…? Both are overwhelming https://frankjtassone.com/2019/08/24/haikai-challenge-101-8-24-19-autumn-rain-aki-no-ame-haiku-senryu-haibun-tanka-haiga-renga/
Vivacious, charming Intelligent, intuitive Never saying die Thankful for all that life offers Age being just a number Growing old, but Endlessly https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2019/08/24/weekend-writing-prompt-120-vintage/
unseen future scares or beckons I’ve got glasses on colors to be reckoned colors to be reckoned so prone to change with light I absorb shock, see darkness I reflect vivacity to feel bright I reflect vivacity to feel bright but for a short duration… there’s a whole spectrum in there to spark … Continue reading Colors
The flowers were blooming, and the bees kissed them every now and then. Weed knew that life was short, and he would get uprooted by the gardener on the weekend. It had happened to each one of his brethren. The scenario changed as Dawg walked in, looking unwell, but sniffing at each one of them. … Continue reading Before being weeded out…
The stallion could not believe his luck. The celeb offspring was amidst them, and would ride one of them soon. He was the one who had carried the child's father on his back, and made him think he was a star. https://only100words.xyz/2019/08/22/three-line-tales-week-186/
Being up there helped her so much… Those few minutes of getting a bird’s eye of the world – getting a macro-perspective on who drives whom, who flouts rules and why do certain monsters function in the manner they do. To understand the equations is easy. Survival is totally a different ball game. She lost … Continue reading Being up there…
They were meeting after three decades – three women struggling to rediscover their identity on the same campus, where they had studied. They reminded each other of their achievements – the path-breaking papers presented, the medals won and the admiration and envy drawn. Life had been a roller-coaster for them after that, as they stumbled … Continue reading Vintage
The Grateful Mother …. by Michael
Image: Anastasia Elias
The mother is pleased to be turning out the light.
It’s been a long day.
Baby is demanding, for reasons unknown he cries, refuses to eat, is irritable, she hopes he will sleep tonight.
It hasn’t helped that she is doing this all alone,
He husband left her a week ago
Walked out, found a younger more agreeable woman,
A woman who expects so little, so soon,
Ideal for a husband who wanted to live a single man in a family situation.
She bears the burden of being the mother and the stigma of bitch of a wife.
That’s what she hears he is saying around town, painting her as the evil one, giving reason for justifying his decision to leave the marriage and look elsewhere.
She stands outside the bedroom, hoping her baby will settle and fall off to sleep.
There are too many nights of…
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Cup of life ….. by hecblogger
in this cup of life I find
you and your brother
God has been too kind
in this cup of life I find
I forget all the toil and grind
when I hear your laughter
in this cup of life I find
you and your brother
In response to: Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 101
