She was the best vet my furry baby could have ever had. Dr. P followed all procedures by putting a muzzle on her mouth, before treating her. But the gentle submission and total absence of resistance always surprised me. The bedside manners of a doctor influence a patient more than the medicine. It matters a … Continue reading Gentleness
background thoughtsinterfere with lifechange structuresof spacesI choose to live - clear debrisbefore you build homes all new thoughtsenter, move aroundin circlesget processedtill you achieve the peak statemind your processors Written for dVerse Poetics - The strange houses of Lee Madgwick
The train stops, and it’s not a station. It’s a mechanical fault which will take time to fix. Passengers jump out for an impromptu picnic in the flower gardens near the track. Am I not lucky to have taken a train today? The boss’s secretary said flight tickets are getting expensive, and we need to … Continue reading Smell the flowers
Volatility makes one feel insecure. Flying with no strings attached is a nightmare. My daughter wants to go abroad for a doctorate, and I’ve spent three sleepless nights in a row. Umbilical cords remain. Relationships become tumultuous if one side holds tighter. Quivering balloons on the bumper of the car driving ahead tell me she … Continue reading Set free
eyes openI am in my zonestart the dayfight the worlddreams refuse to go away-I need to find time Written for Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge #Specificform - Shadorma
A photo-app filter can create this effect - slightly better than pixelation. The images are easily identifiable as human, though they look faded and broken. Do I have a right to do this with their spirit? Should I break them before they dare to reach the sky? I wonder if it was a power-hungry maniac … Continue reading Filters
Who says we are made of stardust?Watch me glow as I become a sieve let sunrays penetrate my being-drive me to act, with no reprieve I’m born with a higher purposeOnly if I’m open to receive.... Written for What Do You See?
When did I become A searchfrom a pathway Who labeled a fading scar aspersistent ache Why did I agree to move mountainsand build a graveyard What blinded me enough to lose visionin search of light How did I change a metaphorto autobiography Written for Sunday Confessionals
“You’ve no clue how demeaning it is. I got chucked out of the show at the last minute…I couldn’t fit in the bandage dress, as I measured half an inch more.” “Couldn’t they alter the dress?” “They hold the power to alter careers and damage egos.” The model’s soul was scarred, which no bandage could … Continue reading Fashion
a great opportunity-Is it a chance tolearn new skills? Quinzane written for Saturday Miz - Lucky Dip at MLMM hosted by Sarah Weejars Quinzaine The English word quinzaine come from the French word qunize, meaning fifteen. A quinzaine is an unrhymed verse of fifteen syllables. These syllables are distributed among three lines so that there are seven syllables … Continue reading It’s not a new job
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