concealed in high tides murmur of blood-soaked heartbeats oceans cannot cry https://iwriteher.com/2019/06/04/i-write-her-weekly-haiku-senryu-challenge-22/
Ocean’s cry
Oh, to breathe again …
He had smashed all mirrors in his house, long ago. He hoped to restore them all – some day after quitting the job. But foregoing the handsome pay, perks and prestige wasn’t easy. Somehow, the ugly mask earned him respect. Only the sales manager knew that he was nothing more than a robot – abusing, … Continue reading Oh, to breathe again …
Un-existing
corridors of power are too narrow to accommodate my flippant insouciance mirrors too sarcastic to absorb my bloated self libraries too intellectual to accept my base wisdom temples too bigoted to understand my surrender I float around In search of kindred spirits and bounce back from hollowness of oceans https://amanpan.com/2019/06/03/brewnspew-cafe-june-3-2019/
Dragons
I’m a lone warrior but there’s no enemy on the battlefield critical voices put-me-downs Hmmm..s and frowns I heard from childhood are the dragons I fight every day, every hour life on the defensive while attackers fled ages ago leaving scars on my psyche https://dversepoets.com/2019/06/03/quadrille-81-here-there-be-poem-dragons/
Nocturnal Dialogues
setting sun bids goodbye shooting out orange flames -spiritual colors sky blushes purple before the moon highlights all that was quiet so far star-spangled ache for a beloved – who passes through but never stays sun shines somewhere else swallows flames to say – look here I warm more than hearts https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2019/05/30/reenas-exploration-challenge-89/
Search
She would often pull the chain, and get off at this tiny railway station. At times she had to pay a fine for pulling the chain without reason, but she did not mind. It took an entire day to roam around the shanty township, spend some time near the pond, and keenly observe every male … Continue reading Search
Passive Aggression
Silence pregnant with thoughts nurses a cauldron of scorching memories inside Beware! https://lindaghill.com/2019/05/31/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-june-1-19/
Sunday Photo Fiction – June 2, 2019
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Welcome to 2019 and Sunday Photo Fiction! Each week I will post a new photograph, taken either by myself or donated by a member of the community. The challenge is to write a story using 200 words or less based, on the prompt. When you are done, post your story and the photo prompt on your blog. Make sure you give proper credit when using the photo.
For those who wish to use InLink to link their story to SPF, use the “Click Here to Enter” icon below to add your story to the SPF collection. An alternative to InLink is to leave a pingback in the comments below.
It’s still a bit soggy here in Oklahoma. When will the rain ever end? Thanks to Reena Saxena for this weeks photo!
Photo Credit: Reena Saxena
Summers
Schools close for a month or two in summer, due to the intense tropical heat here. I wonder how heat was not a deterrent from going out needlessly, at that age. Summer meant visiting grandparents, ice lollies, mangoes, melons and silly games. My grandparents used to have charpoys (picture given below) in the house. We … Continue reading Summers
The Road To Serenity – Haibun
The Road to Serenity ……….. by Deborah at awisewomansjourney
Written In Response To:
V.J.’s Weekly Challenge # 50: Acceptance – This week, examine the role that acceptance plays in your life. So looking forward to your responses.
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #89 – PROMPT: You could write a story or an anecdote with a Haiku as part of it. A Haibun or Alternating verse and poetry, of course works.
Over thirty-one years ago when I entered Alcoholics Anonymous to begin my journey with God, the “old timers” (very wise men of God), kept telling me over and over again to read page 449 in the back of the AA Big Book. So I looked it up and this is what it said;
“And acceptance is the answer to all my problems today. When I am disturbed, it is because I find some person, place, thing, or situation–some fact of my life–unacceptable to me, and I can find no serenity until…
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