pushed to borderlineswe found our thresholdsand those were beyondyour circle of thought we stretchedre-prioritizedlooked backonly to throwa piteous glance at youincarceratedin your limited thought then, once againwe looked backin gratitudefor sending uswhere we are todayway beyond your reach MTB at dVerse
Welcome back! PROMPT #303 I am inspired by Melissa Lemay to use art as a writing prompt. The three paintings chosen are by Indian artist Anjolie Ela Menon, from her series called Divine Mothers. Just to give a background, the first image on the left depicts Gautam Buddha and his mother. Gautam Buddha was born … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #303
All the required elements are available. You need to put them together in the right combination and proportion to achieve success. She is intrigued by the words in her late mother’s diary on the last page. Her mother was neither a scientist nor a great cook to give tips. Then, what was she trying to … Continue reading Wisdom
I see a shaggy tail mid-air, and there …. She has landed on the sofa or bench. It doesn’t help much that it is covered by a shaggy cover. Remnants of calcium bones get lost in it, and my girl has to work hard to retrieve it. It’s not easy for me to separate hair … Continue reading Shaggy tails
Turn off all the lights. Do not document barbarism, or give it a place in history. Destroy all records of past enmity induced by colonialist rulers who walked away after leaving nations to consume themselves. Let future generations not know what happened before. Silence the souls that cry for revenge. Invite them to participate in … Continue reading Obliteration
turbulence inside mecannot absorbbrilliance of halosSun, Moon and planetswink in sarcasmcondescendinglyat my hollownessmy woeful inadequacy diffused formsof the same energycirculate around mein varied intensityto become an auraof changeable colors I dreamI meditateI evaporateinto outer spaceto gather myselfbecome a haloonce againaround Sun or Moonit doesn’t matterif they don’t recognize me Moonwashed Weekly Prompt
who knows the core of mebroken parts held togetherwith nuts and boltsunknown to mechanicsor surgeonsX-ray machines give only a vague ideato helpless medicosfumbling around for solutions who knows my core burnswith an unsettling angstunknown to meit finds releasein works of artbut those helpless foolscall it addiction they need to redefine many termsto define medestroy their … Continue reading Core of Me
a poet spoke ofdaffodils - long before youheard of mindfulnesslet the coaches know that Iread good poetry;I don't spend hard-earned moneyto learn how to smellrainbows and pocket the skyfor upliftment, instant joy Sorry I don't needhappiness or mindfulnesscoaching to controlmy amygdala; it justhappens by flipping a page Choka with tanka as envoy Kigo word: daffodils … Continue reading Mindfulness
walkingso fearlesslyinto the setting sunHope I live to tell your storywhen you emergeon other sidestransformed, touched, purifiedbathed in golden light; unawareof change worshippedby waiting worldsyour scorched skin lies ignoredsomewhere; the pain forgotten innew forms Photo Challenge #486
a formdisfigured with thornsready to hurt otherswith no provocation a mind and bodyconsuming itselfby venom retention consciousness unable to seepain stored in folds of memoryletting malignancy bewithout excavation kills wellnessof self and othersmutual destruction Quadrille #186 - Fold
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