a planet precariously hung on the bleeding edge of hope – expecting calls from the Sun, Moon and Stars my being struggling to find truth within -hidden tales of potential breaking out of edges bleeding no more …. https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2019/05/09/reenas-exploration-challenge-86/ Image credit: the nelo-angelo at deviantart
Mareechika (Mirage) by Amit Agrawal, with English translation in Comments section
लहरा दो ज़ुल्फ़ें अपनी
हैं ये प्राण लताएँ
सींच लूँ अपना बंजर तन
महका हुआ यौवन तेरा
बन सर्प लिपटा रहूं
संदल का है सुन्दर वन
गूंजती हैं यादें इसमें
कौन सुनेगा इन्हें
एकाकी है खण्डर मन
तुझसे है रिश्ता कोई
क्यों लगता है तुझे
अमित है चिर दुश्मन
In response to: Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 85
English translation in Comments section …
रख दिया है दिल चाकू की धार पे
रिसते हैं ये घाव तुम्हारे इंतज़ार में ।१।
यूँ ही महफ़िल से उठ आया हूँ मैं
शायद हाँ छिपी थी तेरे इंकार में ।२।
और कहीं जाके रुकती नहीं नज़र
उलझ गया है मन तुम्हारे शृंगार में ।३।
उसके घर में देर है अंधेर नहीं हैं
हमने रातें गुज़ार दीं इसी ऐतबार में।४।
वो अब नज़रें चुराने लगा अमित
क्या रखा है ऐसे वस्ल-ए-यार में ।५।
In response to: Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 86
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Never a dull moment .... by Violet Lentz
Blind Shrike ………… by Jade Li
Loggerhead Shrike by Carol Allen Anfinsen
Axe’s bleeding edge
Raised o’er outstretched necks
To strike.
Gene-spliced monsters fledge
As architects pledge
“Safe-like.”
Evolution sledged
On extinction’s ledge
Blind shrike.
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This lai form poem (please see here and here for more information on the form) is written for Reena’s Exploration Challenge, whose prompt this week is BLEEDING EDGE, defined as the very forefront of technological development, as well as being an entry for this month’s lai form challenge at dVerse.
The Nleeding Edge ….
By Michael
PROMPT
This week’s prompt consists of two words –
BLEEDING EDGE
The dictionary meaning is
the very forefront of technological development.
Go where your imagination takes you.
Gordon Edge was bleeding.
In itself that was not unusual as Gordon Edge often bled.
Gordon was a whiz at technology and was accredited with the invention of the Edgeathon, a computer-based machine that could with amazing accuracy predict the winning numbers for the Saturday Lotto.
The bleeding was all in his mind, he was sure, as though it was noticeable Gordon felt the bleeding was all an illusion despite the fact his mother would often remark that a large number of blood-soaked handkerchiefs he put in the wash each week was a tad disturbing.
Gordon’s Edgeathon was at the forefront of technology and was in great demand. As he had the only one in existence and had resisted all overtures to give…
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A woman of the bush … by Michael
She was a woman of the bush
Her home was among the tangle of vines
Her wisdom sought after
She could solve most things if you bothered to listen.
She’d tell you to feel the connection
Put an ear to the trees
Take in all you heard.
You could find her most days tending her garden
The herbs she grew had a purpose and a tale
If you asked what or why
She’d fix you with her stare
Then explain in no uncertain terms
The reason why each herb was precious.
This one would cure this and that,
Another for easing pain, settling nerves,
Mix them together, and you created a potion
Put you to sleep or fill you with vigour.
She was ever willing to share,
For she was a woman of the bush
Whose home among the vines
Kept her safe from greedy eyes.
Written for: https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2019/05/02/reenas-exploration-challenge-85/
Bleeding edge …. by Jen Goldie
“Bleeding Edge” a two-word prompt on Reena’s Exploration Challenge #86
