dream merchants sell productsa starved, enchanted audiencegrabs the first morsel of hopeor last shortcut to destinations accountability unfixed-it saves the seller’s skindiversity of goals unwindsuniform application of rules The game goes onunchecked, ungoverned-markets thrive-unfettered growth Quadrille #221
discarded thoughtsfloat on waveshit hard rocksand transform themselves dress in a shellto look differentfocus inwardemerge like a pearl non-interferingnon-imposingadding lustreto fertile minds dropping from mouthslike reluctant wordswith copyrightsnot fully ownedbut held tight MTB - Open to question
Belly up …He descends from unconsciousnessto a deep slumberas scalpels carvehis arterieson a lab tray The much-feared examinerappreciates the precisionwith which the murderwas executedmercilesslyseamlesslyon the horizonof life and afterlife The frog’s soulrecalls wisdom of the wellIt was the whole truthand nothing but the truth-there were no opponentsto falsify it The chloroform jarinvited himto explore its … Continue reading Dose of Belief
Who were those characters with dated looks and an outdated fashion sense? Their feet with toes turned backwards tell me who they are. I politely request that they return to their graves. I wake up in a different era. Mornings are challenging with many tasks to execute before 9 am. It’s not the time to … Continue reading Circles
What could have been and what isstories that reverberate through my spineunstabbed back, but the dagger can striketo change my shape forever I look forward to some, but am terrified ofdrums; that invisible pen which writes my fatesprinkles ink on my budding bloomsgarden of hope; on the tentacles of a storm Anticipation - the monster … Continue reading Anticipation
stories etchedon soft surfaces-revised-erased-crevices filled upwith imaginationconnect the dots life stories-entombed-engraved on stoneinterpretedby random people biographerscatch snippets from the airto paint saleable tales souls crave expressionelusive mediumsflirt withvanishing ink Quadrille #220
The birds haven’t come yet, and we stand disconnected from the world. We stand weighed down by the burden of a bird utility, and I’m sure my knees will start bleeding soon. You are no Atlas, so give up the idea of shrugging. It’s an incredible life out here, uninterrupted by the vagaries of the … Continue reading Whose life is a picnic?
she flies to unfathomable heightsto experience oceanic depthsas waves crash beneath her she holds the trophy with firm fingerswalks with a confident gaitlet the chains dissolve in thin air She cares two hoots about swirling ropesfrustrates frozen, captive minds Reena's Xploration Challenge Quadrille at dVerse
breaking unity of the bricks to let a few secrets outwindows challenge closed doors and frozen thoughtswelcome the wind, let in the clouds and rainI stand drenched in myths, tales beyond my reachNot knowing how to weave so much opennessInto a story; I deny entry to truth and shut the window. W3 Prompt dVerse - … Continue reading So much openness
Six years old was he, mycousinmade a friend in school calledReenainsisted that his baby sister benamed thusrhyming with many others; lacksmeaningThe R rebels, but I’m stuck with itFor life MTB at dVerse
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