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
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
the courtyard looks morose todayseparated from the verandah by grillsenergy flow blockedby the end of camaraderieearly darkness of wintry nightspushing people into warm bedslacking what fired them-companionship moonlight shining on dreamssleeping on the terraceon together summer nightsa distant memoryfading into oblivionnew goals overtake lifechallenges aboundthe world is not always round W3 Prompt #132
freezing temperaturessoon to take controlof physical movement portable mindsetscarry us throughone season to another overtones vividin attire and gearinnate strengthsubdues discomfort Moonwashed Weekly Prompt - Writers' Choice
It's not the best way to live, for it will kill you with an inferiority complex. Look down and feel blessed. Then, set a goal and start moving. Photo Challenge #540
He has a presence despite his shabby appearance. Maybe we are drawn to his ferocious eyes, looking for a challenge. One feels compelled to keep a distance. The boundary lines are invisible but sharp. He surprises us with a mellow voice, “Can you help me in finding this address?” “Are you from the police?” “No.” … Continue reading Transit mode
a silent, soft touchon pages of memoryshadows of the pastthey become untearabletender ghosts impede progress Sunday Confessionals
The first model of a boat didn't quite meet my expectations. But I didn't give up. With each new piece, I persevered and gradually perfected it. Yet the tiny boats looked weird on the wooden table as if they had been sent to a workshop for repairs. My Mom quietly spread silver foil on the table … Continue reading Recreate
whispers of ancient trees,moss-clad secrets beneath,moonlight dances on leaves,echoes of life unseen,a symphony of shadows.darkness conceals Weekend Writing Prompt #388
shapes colliding ingeometric dissonancecreating patternsfor artists to emulatesuccess hangs in the balance Photo Challenge #539
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