Unconditional love Pouring from a dog’s large heart I don’t deserve you… https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2019/08/21/heeding-haiku-with-chevrefeuille-august-21st-2019-love-ultimate/ Note: 'Inu' is Japanese word for dog
Inu
Credo
Credo … by Len
https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2019/08/15/reenas-exploration-challenge-100/
I believe in the one God, the first cause. outside of time and space, infinite.
I believe in the one son, made concrete by the abstract, to show us a path to love and understanding.
I believe that I do not exist but for the grace of God.
I believe that I am forever changed by the grace of God.
I believe that I should grow, learn, love, and forever strive for the infinite.
I believe that I am one person overwhelmed by the concept of infinity.
Mystical
They touched their cheeks to ensure if it was real. They couldn’t fathom if they were lying on grass, or floating high up amongst leaves. The feet were not touching the ground. The existence was light as a leaf for sure – they were not bothered if their pristine white outfits would stain, or if … Continue reading Mystical
Darkness
The darkness is soothing, but she is grateful for the windows. It prevents claustrophobia. It gives an insight into worlds outside. It gives an opportunity to jump out to end her life. Mental illness was reappearing. It was not possible to get out of this place, or out of her mind. (280 characters) https://katmyrman.com/2019/08/20/twitting-tales-150-20-august-2019/
Once again
The gawkiness of childhood left behind often generated a ‘Was that really me?’ feeling. She blamed the lack of sophisticated parents and a nurturing environment for it. The question she asked herself with embarrassment, was soon replaced with a “Is that really me?” It was again the environment -the psychopath boss and toxicity of a … Continue reading Once again
Advocate for Wonder
Advocate for wonder …. by VJ Knutson
I know what infinity means:
it’s one hundred plus one.
Voice of innocence
serene her sense of self
of life’s complexities.
Should borrow from her,
embrace that confidence,
but worry intervenes.
How do we preserve
the wonder of youth,
save her from cynicism?
That it is! I reply,
my smile a warm hug –
vow to be forever advocate.
(I submit this poem, inspired by my six-year-old granddaughter, to three challenges:
Ragtag Community’s, serene; Fandango’s advocate; and Reena’s Exploration challenge. Image from personal collection.)
Infinity still beckons
I would love to be somewhere there spreading wings tasting the sky smelling the wind cutting through light falling back on earth smoothly, softly like raindrops to gladden minds and hearts Infinity beckons…. Are you the One, God who keeps me earth-bound with no wings aching feet myopic vision shrivelling up claustrophobic in closed … Continue reading Infinity still beckons
Celebrating
Celebrating … by kittysverses
The journey is as beautiful as,
The person choosing to charter, steers it to, whereas,
Not bothering about destination, which would ultimately be reached,
And on that day, the number of days, months, years for as long as it was unreached,
Would matter less,
Yes,
It’s not the end,
But, a start of a wonderful beginning! At every turn and every bend,
When there seems to be a dead end,
The fighting will, unwilling to suspend,
The will to see light at the end of the tunnel,
From every stumble,
Paving way for better tomorrow,
Remembering the efforts from today that I borrow.
103 words.
Acknowledgements :- Thank you Reena Saxena for running the challenge at Reena’s Exploration Challenge #100. For rules please refer here. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.
Carriers
cutting across wind, clouds I ferry passengers to destinations I change every moment someone boards, or alights at different stations regardless, I move on with my face in place concealing emotions bonding, unbonding seething inside with unanswered questions will they disappear at the end of a journey or change locations? https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2019/08/18/sunday-writing-prompt-train-ticket/
Scare-human
You welcome me for the messages I carry, but do not understand my language. If you did, you would have known that I’m not a messenger. I’m a soul, I’m a living being as bright and fair as any other that inhabit the world. The color I’m blessed with blocks your limited vision. I was … Continue reading Scare-human
