she swears aggression when she just asserts, she is blamedfor being aggressive a rose by any name smells as sweetonly if you dissolve your identityunderplay other aspects putrid patriarchynormalizes mental abusefragrance struggles to make itself felt condescending approachnot forgiven; not forgotten she swears revenge MTB: Cherishing the Cherita
Welcome back! PROMPT #309 - OPPOSITES The picture above depicts our theme for the week but is not the prompt. I scanned the net for poems on Opposites and was stuck at two brilliant lines, in a poem by Dzejnieks. It's just... Me sipping through dimensions.Both so different I consider them almost parallel. You can … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #309
Fascinated by the snowflake that landed on her glove, she decides to venture out of the room. She takes out her magnifying glass to see the intricate pattern where each branch of the snowflake had smaller branches that looked similar to the whole. She wonders if this is for real, and how far this detail … Continue reading Fractals
joyflickering lightday and night touchfleeting momentscome and go capturefor posteritymemories of bliss W3 Prompt #83
Snow, sunshine, dewdrops or rainbowFlowers will always find a place to growNurture them when they grow in your heartPreservation for posterity is a tough art Flowers will always find a place to growwater them with hope; keep them wholepreservation for posterity is a tough artperfumers crush them to extract the soul water them with hope; … Continue reading Fragrance
stars holding secretsmoon plays guard; waxes and wanespulsating storiesof nightlife; ready to burstbits held back in the dark sky undeveloped picsin camera rolls of yoremay see light of dayor stay buried in dark gravesawaiting excavation Moonwashed Weekly Prompt - Nightlife
generation beginswhen I need to give morethan I receivedor did not receive inside mills churnsqueeze out all resourcesin the processmaking space to grow Poetics: It's a Given at dVerse
pesky mosquitoes devourprecious balcony momentsreluctant puppies brought inearly winter dusk warm broth to gladden tummiesspooned over in bowls of lovesnuggled in our laps, they growlchilly north winds blow beds and quilts ready for nightcushions to play till sleep strikeslove overpowers tired boneswarmth around the hearth Tanka Tuesday
“It happened a decade ago. The girl died after being assaulted in a subway at midnight.” “Was the case still open? How did you reach the criminal?” “A flight of stairs going down, down … I can see the next step of stairs going up. I wanted to be there, but never reached that point.” … Continue reading Memory
capturing a mindset on pagescelebrating or denigrating itleaving it open with questionstakes a piece of the writer with it a sketch takes perspectivesof the artist -yetviralityis a clickon transient screenslike shapeless splashes of inkon time Quadrille #190
