State of Being ..... by Susi Bocks
State Of Being
Creative
magic of black paint a few brushstrokes or palette knives on a pastel canvas setting imagination afire …. creativity https://scvincent.com/2019/07/25/thursday-photo-prompt-aflame-writephoto/
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #97
Welcome back to the Exploration Challenge! PROMPT This week, we will play around with quotes - preferablY around writing, creativity OR writer's block If you have a brilliant thought about something else, you are most welcome to share it in the form of a quote. The choice of format is yours - text, jpeg, video … Continue reading Reena’s Exploration Challenge #97
Daily
daily accretions make me what I am today I need to take care all changes are positive lest I slip back – once again https://patriciasplace.me/2019/07/24/in-other-words-improvise/
Movement
movement is the theme of a train –else it is just wagons and cars hissing out steam, or electric currents running through nerves of steel it whistles, it makes forays through clouds, tunnels, forests and hills it onboards people fast , it bids them goodbye not knowing if it will be the last or will … Continue reading Movement
Journeys
What is a journey without a destination? What is a journey without a planned destination? a journey made of free will a journey imposed a journey for new beginnings a journey to the end… Travel fascinates, unfailingly it is the purpose or lack of it which blows me to bits https://dversepoets.com/2019/07/23/poetics-movement/
Shadows
shadows on the wall changing shape, form with light my fragmented self https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2019/07/24/heeding-haiku-with-chevrefeuille-july-24th-2019-shadows-on-the-wall/
Cross I bear
my lonely, scalded soul groans so often on being unfairly chosen for the cross my tears are nothing, but lava molten just why should divine justice be so gross I drag through the day, and then sleep morose one morning… my inner eye awakens I see no reason to be so shaken it's all … Continue reading Cross I bear
I dreamt
I dreamt I was the moon. Miraculously, the underbelly of the world revealed itself – crime, conspiracy, concealed hostility. I swelled in size gradually, as I internalized the gory tales. I wish I was the Sun, scalding all…. but it was a moonless night again. https://dversepoets.com/2019/07/22/prosery-2/
Making of a criminal
This toy gives me immense satisfaction, especially while watching WWF on television. I treat my enemies the way I want to. It is catharsis. Today, I see them swimming out of the well. Maybe, they have a soul… but they failed to see mine. I push them back again. (259 characters) https://katmyrman.com/2019/07/23/twittering-tales-146-23-july-2019/
