We are at the crossroads – wonderingas the clock ticks non-stopWill the plane touch the stars?Will the lighthouse guide the ship? A poet wakes up to write his pieceA flag is hoisted on the moonPyramids of power collapseFire-tipped arrows face guns We are the crossroads – wonderingAs the clock ticks non-stopWill we be there till … Continue reading Collapse time
Welcome back! PROMPT #281 Let's see how you choose to open and decode this message 🙂 There is no restriction on format of the piece. There is no last date either, unless you wish to be featured in the Weekly Wrap. Any post that is found to be offensive, vulgar or something that hurts common … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #281
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when life interferes with well-laid plansmessages sent, are not receivedwhen you plan carefully minute detailsthe stairs are seventeen, not thirteen messages sent, are not receivedwindows open in the sky to speakstairs are seventeen, you saw thirteenyou recount steps, miss calls from Heaven windows open in the sky to speakyou're busy counting odds and evensyou recount … Continue reading When life interferes…
death staressteps backas good-natured lifewelcomes me backfrom the edge death promisesI’ll be there for youwhen tolerance endsrenewed perspectivesawait beyond pieces of lifefalling in cracks of soulwhere were the gapswhich stopped mefrom feeling whole Moonwashed Weekly Prompt
Art: Portrait of Eivind Eckbo” painted in 1914: multiple identitiesmultiple mirrorsI often forgethow to greet myself solitudea scary vacuumclueless about my valuea trophy on the shelf Art: “Portrait of Mary Alice Eckbo” painted in 1914 kaleidoscope of dreamsforces my stepI charge aheadwith multiple handsto grab destiny Poetics at dVerse
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A conversation with my younger self was long overdue. Yes, I remember the teacher who said I can write, but never be a good speaker. She is dead now, and I pay homage every year on the social media post put up by her daughters. I remember that my favourite teacher once stained my picture-perfect … Continue reading Confidence
It's a treasure I found, and let me hide it somewhere. I’ll open it at leisure and extract toys to play with. Guess it should keep up the novelty for a week. And meanwhile, I need to keep the humans humoured. They have a bad habit to come looking for things. And how Mama shrieks… … Continue reading Treasure
silentsmall implosionsincrease toxicityand the only way is to justlet go An explosion that looks spontaneous needs to be carefully crafted. Etch deep lines in the glass – the kind of humiliation that people don’t forget. Frame rules which imprison the genie in the bottle. The underdogs strive hard to contain the pressure, express their anger … Continue reading Explosion
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