It is an excellent workshop. We choose fabric scraps we like from the heap, and fashion it into outfit ideas. Then, we move to the circular rack with hanging garments, and make our choices a second time. Some of us make different choices the second time. The facilitator helps us interpret our choices to show … Continue reading Interactive themes
let me recognize myself Give me a scar leave some remnants of you Give me a story…… no assurance no promises nothing lost Give me a story….. your benevolence, not love kisses on the forehead not on my lips Give me a story….. one-sided love interpreted as right folly of my innocence Give me a … Continue reading Translated poem – Give me a story
A tale with a difference ....by thedarknetizen
A tale of broken promises —- by LadyleeManila
Harvey Kraft on LinkedIn
This girl looks like a sad statue
Left to lie in an evil brew
Partial reveries so awe less
She’s made of broken promises
Got no rights to facts in the hood
March alone with torch as she should
Assurance he gave was bareness
She’s made of broken promises
No stability in life
For they always end in strife
And the effect is adverseness
She’s made of broken promises*
* A Kyrielle
For what made him do what he did?
All her heart and soul was given to him
And she has given everything up just for him
Has he reached the point of misdid?
Her honour and trust was broken
Not to mention the heart that was bleeding
She was promised the moon but wasn’t delivered
What he did cannot be undone
And was it abuse of power?
Was the temptation great or was it…
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Welcome to Week 63! Prompt Here is an intriguing picture shared by Harvey Kraft on LinkedIn. The picture by itself can tell a thousand stories. But I am increasing the complexity a little. Here is a paragraph from another source. So what exactly happened here? A woman felt powerless because she was unable to … Continue reading Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 63
Those face s hanging from the cliff will not let me rest in peace – even in my grave. I can hear silent, mocking laughter every moment. I’m sure this must be Hell. If there is a God, He is mighty upset with me. These people are presumably punished for their crimes. One by one … Continue reading Intent
The role of Moon in Halloween by Lady Lee 🙂
The moon is dark
I was out on my own
It was a gloomy fright night
Dark, terrifying, mysterious of a night
Zombies abound with their gruesome faces
A cackle from the witch as the moon disappeared
Eerie feeling as the tombstones growled and opened
And they all started waking up and wandering about
The eve of the Halloween and that was what I was scared of
For: Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 62
a warm blanket in my arms thaws the hands and my heart permanence of love a fuzzy feel beyond the realms of life and death never turns me cold never lets me down Tuesday Poetics at dVerse
I drove through the clouds at Khandala* fluffy white shapes around me, the valley below, strong and silent I was young, with aspirations and dreams, floating through the foggy density. feeling droplets on an extended palm, watching those catalyse creativity. The next time around, dark clouds acquired menacing shapes threatened to engulf me in obscurity. … Continue reading MUMBAI-PUNE EXPRESSWAY
I was beaten up, but I did not lodge a police complaint. I confess to having hit back a couple of times, though. You should take necessary action, and I will not stop you from doing it. But why didn’t you ever do it, Mom? In an unfortunate moment, I’d agreed to be his wife. … Continue reading I liberate you
