acorns in autumnunderestimated strengthpower of foresight W3 Prompt #133
Foresight
Faded Memories
Prompt lines —when skies are hanged and oceans drowned,the single secret will still be manCredit: E.E.Cummings welcome the freshnessand the fragranceit covers scarsof wounds inflictedlong ago smudged fingerprintsconceal identitiesforetell a fraudby repeated assaultsunmindful of historyor warning disasters resentment subsidesempathy overridesfor both man and natureare just faded memoriesof whateverthey used to be Moonwashed Weekly Prompt - … Continue reading Faded Memories
Strategic Grass
The spaces I leave for grass to grow give a different texture to stories. They tell me so much about what happens underground. I retain the choice to accept or reject theories. The lies in the world are spoken either with an ulterior motive or because I could not say, “Wait till I dig the … Continue reading Strategic Grass
Survivors
walls protectwalls dividewho am I to decideor questionmorality of the act intent decidesintent divideswhat unites or separates peopleinto a homogenous massor warring groups critics deridecritics divideopinions unverifiablewhat or who survivesis the winner Photo Challenge Quadrille at dVerse
Mockingly
wearing a paintingdressed in multiple texturesMother Nature mocksefforts of creative artsto recreate God's planet WDYS #262
Outcast
walk in your own shoeswhen you grow up, don't fill minecreate a new lifewithin social boundariesoutcasts meet no happiness Open Link Night 373
Reena’s Xploration Challenge #355
Welcome back to a new world with a not-so-new POTUS! Debates are raging worldwide. The Financial Times says, "His remarkable comeback is an extraordinary story that we will tell with authority over the next four years." I'm sure the world will settle down to its regular routine and not be interested in a four-year-long analysis. … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #355
Wedge of the Moon
I dropped the fork and blew the candles, blinded by the glow on my plate. It is a wedge of the moon sitting atop the slice of cake. “Where do you draw your light from on this dark New Moon night?” “I stole it from your dreams to drive you towards newer goals.” My daughter … Continue reading Wedge of the Moon
Sepia Stains
I smile at the mention of joyas I wipe an errant teardropoozing from the left eye I watch shadows in petal shapesfall on the whiteness of milkas it stands poised to boilspill over on the stovetop-the chimney abovesucks smoky fumeswith all negative thoughtsfrom an agitated mindhelps me unpack, unwind I revisit the bumpy roads,where the … Continue reading Sepia Stains
Gaps
The countryside calls me back. I miss the music of the flowing river flirting with rocks, which spawns folklore about its origin and the blessings and curses it carries. I watch my shapely wife, wearing a red swimming costume, complete the 50 laps she does every day to meet her fitness goals. She is dedicated, but the stagnant pool … Continue reading Gaps
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