beauty of slumber I wish I never wake up in unwanted worlds Ronovan Writes
Soul in slumber
Ghosts
ghosts emerge from woods soar high in the sky and rain on meadows of my green dreams I learn to unlearn gloss over marks on the psyche and reinvent life Weekly Writing Challenge #150
Kusakari
kusakari cuts grass growing under the feet or stale mindsets clearing blocked perspectives creating fresh perceptions Haikai Challenge #42
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 45 – Climate Denial.
Climate change was happening despite all the naysayers and sceptics. The evidence was obvious down on the beachfront. Where once even at high tide there was a thin rim of sand along the waterfront to walk upon now the ocean lashed the shoreline and threatened to cascade over the man-made barrier.
Our political leader, who saw himself as a bit of a King Canute had made promises, based he proclaimed on irrefutable science, that the sea was not going to encroach on the city. He announced the unusually high tides as a freak of nature and within a few weeks the sea would retreat to its customary levels and life would return to normal.
His idiot predictions were just that, the ravings of a mentally deranged man pretending to hold power over nature.
The city went about fortifying the beachfront, huge concrete boulders were put in place to hold back…
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Weekend Writing Prompt #63 – Crumble
The ground beneath my feet begins to crumble
I’m left with nothing to hold on to, null
I have to admit, I have lost the battle
You are there, so far away, unreachable
I say this, you say that, misunderstanding
Causing pain in the heart and soul, shattering
For what I’ve done, I’m blameful
The world is against me, my fight is extinguished
You have abandoned me, the one I cherished
Forget the pain and move on, as I mull
I’ve learned my lesson, time to rise again
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How
It was the first time in life she felt hurt. The grubby hand extended to feed a biscuit to a guest was ignored. She was all of thirteen months old. Her expertise in piling up toys in the living room was ignored. She dressed well for school with a bright ribbon, but it was not … Continue reading How
A Philosophical Perspective
PROMPT Same Same But Different Your ‘Same Same But Different’ task is to take the five challenge words and NOT use them in your writing. That’s right, you need to dig out your thesaurus and find a synonym for each word instead. Your words this week are: check dress hand snake drop RESPONSE … Continue reading A Philosophical Perspective
WIN
LINDA'S PROMPT Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “3-letter word.” Start your post with any 3-letter word. Bonus points if you end with one too. Enjoy! SoCS
What’s The Deal
I am part Irish and I never understood why the Irish have so many superstitions about all of these ridiculous things. I understand that things were different in my grandmother’s time, as back then people wanted to keep witches away and make sure that their new born baby was protected from evil spirits and my grandmother carried all of these false notions over from what she was taught. Many people grow up with weird traditions and superstitions because the infinite Universe is sending them heuristic lessons, so they can overcome their fear of the unknown. Francis Bacon said, “The root of all superstition is that men observe when a thing hits, but not when it misses.” Most of the superstitions that my grandmother taught me have been forgotten or lost, but the ones that survived, I keep as a treasured memories.
A normal superstition would encompass breaking a mirror, having…
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Crossover
Jamie Patel had just recovered from a stroke, but was asking for all forbidden foods since morning. “Let’s celebrate, kids! I guess I survived to only see this day.” His daughter-in-law faced redundancy in the office, and did not take kindly to his remark. He continued at a high pitch, sensing her mood, “Check your … Continue reading Crossover
