January sighs, cold, colourlessThis year arrives without a sparkI ache, unsure of myselfwhile others display hopestars fail to enthusejaded minds facetoo much truthlittlelight W3 Prompt #193
January
A Condolence Visit
A picture on the mantelpieceglorified with flowers and candlesappears to look at mefrom all directionsmockingmy bad memoryI forgot to buy a garlandin my struggle with Google Mapsand finding my wayto this consecrated temple the unquestioning devotionthe silence of deep sorrowmakes me hunt for wordsto eulogize her departed existenceI manage to brush a few memoriesappropriate ones … Continue reading A Condolence Visit
Experiential Bias
impeccably cleanI extend an eager handawaiting firm grips ~ Isn’t it nice to think that tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it as yet? ~ L.M. Montgomery I watch active feetcalloused with experiencestain virginity Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge #46
The Compass is Me
Can the Sun rise in the West? To the extent of our knowledge, No. We place immense trust in Nature. Sometimes we also trust human beings we see as infallible and supportive. I felt a pillar fall that morning when I saw a change in someone’s stance. More so, because the reason for it was … Continue reading The Compass is Me
Letting Go
Once upon a time, I made sure that doors did not close behind me. The future was exciting, but uncertain, and I wanted my support systems to stay intact. Today, I don’t turn back to look at the footprints I’ve left behind. Some are blown away by the winds. Some leave an impression on wet … Continue reading Letting Go
The Core of a Rebel
A tyrant ruled a village, hoarding food while the people starved. The villagers spoke in hushed tones, their words swallowed by fear. One elder, unimpressed by their inaction and silence, struck a great drum in the square. Its lamprophony thundered across the valley, summoning every villager to act. The tyrant fled, and his cronies surrendered. … Continue reading The Core of a Rebel
Storehouses of Energy
Thank you for the fascinating piece on the life of atoms, Jim! I will share how my thoughts on atoms and cells have shaped my understanding of healing and personal growth. The power of atoms, or of a single cell, amazed me when I read about the amoeba in Biology class. I loved the organism's … Continue reading Storehouses of Energy
Silence
We won’t talk about this. They did not sayjust indicated with dark indifferenceShe wondered about the change of stanceIt was something she always knewThey disliked her impudence, or maybefeared she might cross boundaries again-boundariesshe had never stayed within… Why did she come around? they thoughtwhen she knows her unacceptabilityWhy does she peep into their inadequaciesor … Continue reading Silence
Tides of joy, or ….
The door of the trash chute shut with a shriek, but she could hear the thud of the previous year’s calendar made of thick, glossy paper falling on the ground. It was a year she preferred to erase from memory, but was sure that echoes from the past would disturb the fresh musical notes she … Continue reading Tides of joy, or ….
Forgotten Stories
The whistle pierced the silence as the train slid into the deserted platform. No lamps glowed, no voices stirred—only shadows stretched across cracked tiles. From the carriages stepped passengers cloaked in mist, their eyes shimmering like distant stars. They were not of flesh but of memory, spirits of forgotten stories, inviting curiosity about their unseen … Continue reading Forgotten Stories
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