Walking in those recesses in the catacomb brings a sense of peace. She has lost awareness of time, of being bound by calendars and clocks. She had read somewhere that spirits walk between us, and we should let them be. They inhabit the same world as us. Can there be a common plane to connect? … Continue reading Catacomb
Welcome to the colors of spring! PROMPT #222 We again have a set of two images this week, to be used singly or jointly as your prompt. There is no restriction on length or format of the piece. There is no last date either, unless you wish to be featured in the Weekly Wrap. Any … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #222
The morning starts with an Ashley Brilliant quote for me, “I may not be totally perfect, but parts of me are excellent”. I wonder if the Maker is bad at design, and committed awful mistakes in putting me together. The world expected a better version, but is compelled to tolerate me, and keeps expressing its … Continue reading Cocktail
I don’t know why people think the past is romantic. Why do they revel in reunions or visit historical monuments? The past wants a voice in the present, but forgets it has already lived its present. Now it needs to let others live out their present. The present peeks into the past, only to be … Continue reading Past
In response to Leave Your Hat On at dVerse Poetics A chosen hat presides over all those left behind -discarded emotions -buried animosity -speechless grief -rational thinking -numbing frustration -helplessness -suppressed laughter -unshed tears A chosen hat is just appropriate not the best its relevance changes with time No hat should see itself as the … Continue reading Hats
This is in response to Eugi's Weekly Prompt - Faraway That faraway look holds the potential to reveal quite a lot. Looking left up, right up or downwards is an indicator of parts of memory being accessed, or new ones manufactured. It gives me a sense of power, short-lived. Who has ever stopped the train … Continue reading In a flash
It’s election time. Freebies flow down the gutter. Every candidate offers something, and for once, the voters have a right to accept or reject. “Why did you pick up that scholarship, son?” “It will help my career, unlike the other things you’ll consume.” “The money is not enough to pay for the entire course.” “It … Continue reading A piece of scarce pie – one at a time
The poetry form chosen is Blood Quill. Two stanzas of six lines each - Syllables 6-6-9-6-6-9 - Rhyme abcabc defdef a dance of merriment to please parched minds and soul seeking relief from scorched earth and sun -it's only a statement we are alive and whole -connected to share, we all are one strength revels … Continue reading Blood Quill
Enjoy Eugenia's response to Xploration Challenge #221 https://amanpan.com/wisdom/
you trample a clean path without knowing who dug up the snow to lead you to sheltered stations you enjoy a peaceful night without knowing if this is a stopover or still better your destination you may be out again on another cycle of life, learning creation and damnation without knowing I am the path … Continue reading I am the path
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