The moon was but a chin of goldA night or two ago…-It grows full like an expectant motherpost-partum deflation is what I dreadfor I can’t find what it chose to shed it enriches the starsdeprives the Earththe sky shares lightbut not the source What do they fear?A multitude of godswalking the Earthdestroying mysterywriting new storiescreating … Continue reading Insecure
Welcome back! Thanks for the humongous response last week, with each entry vying to be the best! My deepest gratitude to all contributors... A special mention this week is for Dan and Violet. PROMPT #398 I start the Challenge Week to inspire writers with two quotes. If the word doesn't exist, invent it; but first … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #398
The sun turned on its heat to the maximum, but hearts did not melt. Restless clouds changed shape several times, but could not clothe the instincts of power-seekers. The moon disappeared for several nights, as it refused to shine in borrowed light, and it felt the sun was lending heat to weaponry. The stars were … Continue reading Carpet-Bombing
Death parted the two topmost talents in the music industry, not divorce. She raised a hue and cry when she was barred from accessing his bank lockers and other assets by his children from a previous marriage. She was drunk and particularly vocal that evening, “My voice complemented his music well, but I wish we … Continue reading Un-musical
dancing feet and jingling bellslet the naysayers go to hellMy music is the song of windsmagic that will never rescind tapping feet and empty chairsmy voice echoes in halls of despairwings clipped to stall my flightBlindfolded, I await daylight W3 Prompt #176
She sat in the chair, just staring off into space. She wondered if Neil could see her from his spaceship. Maybe he is out on a spacewalk. “It is not easy”, he had told her, “it takes a lot of practice to experience nothingness.” She rummaged inside to check what her feelings were like. Is … Continue reading Confronting the Real
I was asked to stay out -the attic contained spirits that destroy peacethey were best left locked in thereThe question I failed to ask-Whose peace would it destroy?-But I did my bestto be a guardian of peace “And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the … Continue reading Emergence
A knock on the doorWho could it be at this hour?a god not worshippedwalked out of the closed templea forgotten memorybidding a final goodbye Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge
that approving glance tells memuch of what I thought or saidhas filtered out my angst, resentment and ragechose not to stir the potand quietly disappearedinto oblivion the filtered version is not methe accepted version is certainly not me Quadrille #231
The ocean does not ask what vessel you bring. But the cup decides how much you receive. A smaller cup limits your abundance. The cup is not filled by volume, but by your vision. Your vision is the key that can unlock abundance. The ocean enters your life in the shape of your asking. Your … Continue reading Ocean in my cup
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