“I found a red scarf entangled in the trees here, in my cadet days. Taking it to its rightful owner, who was driving a few feet ahead, changed my life.” “So, you met your love here?”, my eyes twinkled with affection, as I looked at the man with snowy hair. “Yes. I come here so … Continue reading Stays long
Here are two 1. BUSSOKUSEKIKA Imagination is an animal I feed then be ruled by it life is incredibly beautiful or miserable subject to chosen fodder (beautiful used as synonym for paloma) 2. TANKA the barman mixes part soda, part tequila insights emerge but dull some other senses paloma intoxicates ('insights' used as … Continue reading Paloma
resentment always existed between us disguised with art of diplomacy but nevertheless … Poetics Tuesday
“She has not come here for the last two nights.” “How can you say that?” ‘The lawn is covered with petals if she comes. The flowers can’t resist falling to meet her……” “Jack” barked the police inspector, “I need a witness, not a lover or poet.” “It was a New Moon yesterday….” “Gawwdd” Twittering … Continue reading She
converging clouds thunderous raptures drive anticipation raindrops know not if they will quench thirst or douse fires Colleen's Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge
There are victims of amnesia on the other side of town. The precious moments spent here are lost in the melee of development. Why don’t you cross over to meet them? I did, but claustrophobia drove me back. Build something here to attract them. I cannot stand their derision on things they don’t understand. The … Continue reading Un-bridged
heaviness of peace weighs me down where battles define existence unanswered questions are buried to hoist flags of victory on uncertain grounds wisdom gives way to a myopic future zipping with lightning speed on information highways Photo Challenge #225
I hear that energy is indestructible. It changes forms, but remains somewhere in the universe. Some people claim to hear the sounds from history. I wonder what the Hiroshima victims would have said, and is there someone around with the sensitivity to get the message? Did they say something about the immense pain of being … Continue reading Firestorms
ebullience of mornings satisfaction of nights well-spent days lend meaning to ephemeral existence…. BrewNSpew Cafe
She walked through fire, but was not burnt by it, which leaves me with three possibilities of how this occurred. The woman had this mysterious skill which allowed her to become the strange fire walker of Borneo. She started out walking barefoot over a bed of hot embers or stones and kept pushing the limits of physics, till her whole body became completely resistant to any flames. There were other fire walkers around who were able to limit the amount of time that their feet were in contact with the hot coals, staying below the threshold time where it was not long enough to induce a burn, but she was a whole level above her competition. Maybe this chick who played with fire and did not get burned was just someone who not burnt out, meaning that she was not completely exhausted due to being overworked. That brings us…
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